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Jan-u-wine's poem: "The Dreme of Elanor the Fair"
Two weeks ago, I posted a few pictures showing how we were snowed-in during our “spring” holiday in Normandy (link).
jan_u_wine commented on that post and we had the following discussion:

Jan_u_wine: wow.....sorry it was snowy....but....it is beautiful!

Ambree: "....but....it is beautiful"
It certainly was very beautiful. I have never before experienced the combination of sea and snow. So, I was glad it happened.

Jan_u_wine: there should be a poem written about that: the combination of sea and snow......

Ambree: Hope you'll give it a try!
Tolkien gave us Mount Ever-white (Taniquetil) as inspiration.
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I’m so happy that she DID give it a try! And, of course, we are taken into Tolkien’s world.

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The Dreme of Elanor the Fair

'Twas he who named me Elanor,

he who called me after the
golden star-flower.

Upon the other side of the Sea
he dwells now,

upon the isle where the Straight Road
finds its ending.

There, also,
Da has gone,

the ship departed long since
from the grey harbour,

night-shadows glimmering
bronze and green and crystal
upon the swan-prow.

And here, yet, I stay,
as close as ever I may come
to them,

within sight of the great Sea,
the sounds and smell of it

moving in my dremes.

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The tea has grown cold within
the plain comfort of its pot

as I drift
within the gilt-box
of my fancies.

The sky is grey-laced,
the Sea-face racing

with caps of white.

As if I were upon the spire
of Elostirion,

I see
(in dreme or fact,
I know not),

a great mountain,
white and pure as stars

with snow.

Below it,
equal in might,

the blue Sea,
waves pulling
at the shore-breast,

pale as cream
beneath an
unexpected burden

of that same wondrous

How came snow upon this Sea-shore?

I cannot know.

Even within the flight
of my dreme,

I am sad
with the not-knowing,

with the the understanding
that this great mountain,

this Sea,
even this simple snow

may look upon
my lost beloveds

and be, in turn,
looked upon.

in all the turnings of
this world,

in all the snows and seas
and mountains,

never in all the skys or rivers
or bits of sand and shore

or rich, dark earth,

may I.

My dreme wakes me now.

A solitary star shines yet
within the bowl of the sky:


He is sailing his jeweled
barque to where they are.

Greet them, my Lord.

Greet them for me.

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Thank you, Jan, for this wonderful poem. I’m so glad you agreed to have it posted here.Once I had read it, I immediately thought of this picture.
That tiny, solitary figure, walking along the shore, with the sea, the snow clad hills and the immense sky, not only above but also under feet. Who is it? Frodo? .....Perhaps.....

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That is beautiful. I'm not big on poetry, but I love Jan's work. I'm glad you posted your snow pics. :D

I love Jan's poem and I'm glad she put the magic of sea and snow into words. AND that she wrote about Elanor, Sam and Frodo.

thank you, Addie! (you know.....I quite understand what you say about poetry. It can be very tedious. So I am that much more thankful for your kind words)

He is sailing his jeweled
barque to where they are.

Greet them, my Lord.

Greet them for me.

Ohhh, this gives me chills. Elanor, it seems, would not be spared from the doom from which her father was spared -- of being forever torn in two.

It's really special that Jan used Elanor's perspective in this poem. It fits so well with Elanor's choice to live on the Tower hills, within reach of the sea.

thank you, Shirebound. I've been thinking a lot lately about those who are torn in two (I guess that would be just about any of us who have ever lost a loved one). More than any other grief we must bear, it is the most difficult. In the case of any of the friends and family of Frodo and Sam, the grief would have to be even more over-whelming, since they were not dead, but forever beyond the reach of those who loved them and those whom they loved.

I have a feeling that Elanor, who certainly lived her life surrounded by the knowledge of who her Da and Frodo were (and what they'd done), was able to be much more accepting of their fate and her own. I like to think that she had happiness, there at the edge of the Sea. I do think it very telling, though, that *that* is where she lived.

This is a gorgeous piece, Ambree. I am thrilled your post inspired jan-u-wine to write. It's so simple, yet every word, phrase, image, the cadence, all work together to make something completely eloquent, yet understated, perfectly suited to the poem's speaker. I love it.

It is a very moving poem, full of the sadness of those that are left behind. I love it.

thank you, Mechtild, forever, and for ever so many things.

I'm so glad you gave Jan the inspiration for this beautiful gem. I am always in awe of her work and never fail to be deeply moved by her words:)

"never fail to be deeply moved by her words"
And so am I.

Paulie, thank you. Praise from you is praise of worth indeed. I am so happy that you enjoyed the poem!

Dear Ambree....I thank *you* (and your bad weather that turned out to be of some good!) for posting the poem, and am ever so glad that you enjoyed it!

Hi Jan,
Checking my email for the last 2 weeks today, I saw that antane made a comment on your poem 'The Dreme of Elanor the Fair'. Just wanted to let you know.

thank you, Ambree! and welcome home!

User caras_galadhon referenced to your post from Volume 104/Issue 3 saying: [...] (Elrond) by • Via : has posted a new poem by jan-u-wine, 'The Dreme of Elanor the Fair' [...]

What a treat to have another of jan's poems! Love this one, Elanor standing as close as she can, dreaming of the West and truly seeing a part of it in that dream, asking for Earendil to bless those she love. :)

Namarie, God bless, Antane :)

Thanks for your comment, antane. I also love that image of Elanor asking Earendil to bless those she loves.
Sorry for the late reaction. I was away during the last 2 weeks.

Dear Antane, sorry for the late reply! I'm so very happy that you enjoyed the poem so much!

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