A verse about Lorenthîl, one of the Elven kings of old and a legendary hero. |
This is the lay of Lorenthîl. It shortly describes the rule and fall of Armathas Lorenthîl, first of the Elvish line of Sun-kings, and slayer of the great arch-enemy Amen'rath. Sun-kings were Elves of great and terrible power - some believed that they were even demigods of some sort. They lived longer and were stronger than other elves, and their magical prowess was enormous. However, since the days of the Elven civil war no Sun-king has ever occupied the Crystal Throne. This is a poem of grand, olden times, of times of joy, but in the end, also death and destruction. The sun shone bright in fiery sky The jewels glittered on mighty crown Its beauty stayed as time passed by Worn by the king whom evil cast down In crystal halls and golden spires There rung the voice of mighty sires Gathered all to the high king bright The lord of lords, a mighty sight Songs of joy were sung in street Harps were wrung and flutes were blown Cobblestones sang under many feet Dancing in the joy that was sown The clouds are grey in starless sky The forests aged as time passed by A land afire, burning blaze The archdemon came, a most dreadful face Lorenthîl stood like silent stone In his hand his glittering sword With a single thrust he cut demon-bone But was brought down by the demon lord Under faded sky were starlight shines Now preserved when all declines There lies our king in blissful sleep Until he wakes again from slumber deep. |