Very nice, Elvyen. Now here's a poem I wrote for Berephon to persuade him to help us get a sticky. :)
The mighty nation of Numenor,
With opulent families and buildings grand,
With warriors strong and keepers of lore,
Was truly a very prosperous land,
It should have lasted for many an age,
But darkness and seducement took its wage,
Now this tale I will tell,
Of how such a nation to darkness fell,
It grew in power, followed by conceit,
With the Eldar it soon ceased to meet,
Slowly the languages of the Elves it left,
Using only their own and forbidding the rest,
The people of Numenor were a seafaring folk,
But a ban was upon them, which the Valar had spoke,
To the East they could sail to their heart’s content,
As for sailing Westward men were not meant,
To the land of Aman only Elves could go,
The joys of that land were not for men to know,
They could not sail West out of sight of their shore,
Beyond that mark they could not travel more,
But men ever desired Westward to go,
Their hearts yearned for it, they wanted it so,
Numenor, with its towers and kings,
With its riches in gold and luxurious things,
Had raised an army with eminent strength,
It had keen blades and spears of great length,
A shadow in the East, Sauron the Dark Lord,
Was growing in power, and he was by all abhorred,
He called to him trolls, orcs, and evil men,
All vile creatures were his land’s denizens,
During the reign of Ar-Pharazon,
A force was marshaled to conquer that land,
Eradicate the Dark Power who hurt them so long,
Abrogate his minions, who in number were grand,
Aboard many ships the great force was stored,
With terror and power it landed ashore,
In the dark lands of the Lord of Mordor,
Its enemies fled from the sight of those men,
With flames in their eyes it seemed one man was ten,
At last the Lord Sauron stepped down from his tower,
He humbled himself in that triumphant hour,
He gave himself up and men deemed it a win,
But the Dark Lord sought to lead them to sin,
In the pride of that moment, by his foolish thought,
Ar-Pharazon the Golden brought the victory to naught,
Rather than slay the Abhorred One there,
He took him as prisoner and led him away,
For the Lord of Numenor was not aware,
Of the darkness and evil that would come of that day,
By some dark sorcery or slyness of tongue,
The prisoner Sauron the king’s favor won,
He soon grew from prisoner to a much greater thing,
He was chief counselor of Numenor’s king,
Sauron advised him on many matters,
Now with goodness and evil the king chose the latter,
He chose adulation of Morgoth and Darkness,
And built a temple and altar for sacrifice,
Those who remained faithful to the Elves and the Valar,
Were slain or persecuted in a terrible manner,
Ar-Pharazon the last king of Numenor grew old,
Sauron seeing his chance this tale told,
“The ban of the Valar is to keep you from life,
If you would but slay them and take the land for your own,
You would have no more strife,
Your death would not be known,
Marshall a force on the Lords of the West,
Break the ban and put the Valar to rest,”
The King believed this and the counsel obeyed,
He did not want his dominion delayed,
At once he arrayed a force of arms so great,
Never had Arda seen such a raid,
A fleet of ships as great as a storm,
Was filled with his army and sailed to war,
But there were some faithful folk who absconded,
Elendil and his sons, with those who would come,
Took nine ships in secret and from the darkness did run,
With them they took the seven palantir,
And one small seedling of Nimloth the fair,
They escaped in the end and founded the realms,
Of Arnor and Gondor remaining faithful to Elves,
Now those Black Numenoreans who sailed to war,
Who dared set foot upon that blessed shore,
Did not expect the wrath that would come,
For the Valar had called upon The One,
The moment Ar-Pharazon set foot on Aman,
When the Valar perceived he had broken the ban,
The land removed from the circles of the world,
Numenor crumbled, the great sea whirled,
The Black ones were cast into the sea,
Every one of them died, their reign was not seen,
Aman could not be reached by mortal beings.
..Thus was Numenor cast into the sea,
Now Berephon, we seek something from thee,
Our thread is productive, at the very least,
For this we desire neither gold nor a feast,
Please, my lord, if it’s within your power,
We seek to be stickied this very hour.
