Eärendil, the great intercessor, brings aid to Middle-earth in its darkest hour. But Eärendil still goes to Valinor seeking mercy for all and Manwë, Chief of the Valar, of the Ainur, the makers of the Music, allows this one emissary to enter the Undying Lands. Even the reverence in which the memory of Beren and Lúthien is held is not enough to restrain the revenge required by this oath. The sons of Fëanor, bound by the oath that they swore to their father in their grief and fury, attack Arvernien seeking for the Silmaril, seized from the very crown of Morgoth by Beren and Lúthien Tinúviel. The darkness does not belong to Morgoth alone. All that was most beautiful has been lost for ever.īut that is not all. Eärendil journeys from Middle-earth to Valinor to plead for aid against Morgoth who has conquered all. It all fits because the tale that Bilbo tells in his poem is one of deliverance from darkness. The poem continues, “You come yourself to illuminate those who for the longest time, shrouded in shadow and in darkness here, reside in the everlasting night- enfolded in our sins, they have had to endure the dark shadows of death.” The poem was entitled, Christ ,or The Advent Lyrics and as soon as we read the word, Advent, we know that these words are an expression of profound longing, a cry from the darkness of our prison, a longing for freedom and for peace. “O, Earendel, brightest of angels, sent to men above Middle-earth…” Eala Earendel ” Eala earendel, engla beorhtast, ofer middangeard monnum sended…” A poem that links the story both to The Silmarillion and to the moment in 1914 when first Tolkien began to conceive his legendarium, the moment in which his heart was captured by the beauty of some lines from an Anglo-Saxon poem.
Eärendil The Mariner by Ted NasmithĪnd so begins the longest poem in The Lord of the Rings. Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made, her prow was fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid. And the voice is that of Bilbo chanting verses. 227-30įrodo gradually emerges from “a dream of music that turned into running water, and then suddenly into a voice”. The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R Tolkien (Harper Collins 1991) pp.
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