The Song of Returning

Escape from Angband

Let the mirrors of memory bring you back
To the Elder Age, to awful Angband
To the smoking towers of Thangorodrim
Crouched in the North
-- pits and prisons --
-- and the throne of Morgoth. --

Sweltering slaves delved in the deep,
Urged on by uruks with whining whips.
Noldor, Teleri, Avari and men
slaved and sighed
-- cursed their fate --
-- and soon enough, died. --

Defying despair, eager for escape,
Gwindor the wily, the Noldor noble,
Met there his match, his cousin Cordil,
Avari yet kin
-- scarred by Sauron --
-- yet not cowed within. --

Planning plots and plotting plans,
Watching and waiting, whispering words,
Bewaring betrayal, delving deep,
They made a door
-- opening upwards --
-- unknown to orcs. --

They fled to the forest, wary of wolves
Tracing tracks through the thickets.
Baleful baying fulfilled their fears;
Rapid they run
-- trackless their path --
-- through Taur-nu-Fuin. --