"Then Fëanor went to the Haven of the Swans and began to man the ships that were anchored there, and to take them away by force. But the Teleri withstood him, and cast many of the Noldor into the Sea. Then swords were drawn, and a bitter fight was fought upon the ships...at last the Teleri were overcome, and a great part of their mariners that dwelt in Alqualondë were wickedly slain." (The Flight of the Noldor)

Red blood steals

Cross pearly waves;

Swift glide the keels

O'er watery graves.


Sea-Elves fell

For Swan-ships white,

To naught he set

Their hearts' delight.


True Soul of Flame,

Fey Fëanor;

Cursed, he came

To hither shore.


And burnt the ships

He stole in haste,

And their white sails

To ash laid waste.


Pale stars shine,

Forsaken shore;

Blood on the Brine

Trails Fëanor.

A/N Wow! Another RandomCelt poem. I'm on a roll here! Big fat thanks to 'Mihi for edits, as I am one of Those Who Can't Spell. Also thanks to Sauron Gorthaur, your poetry is inspiring! (Not to mention your big fat review to my other LOTR poem!)

Oh, and to anyone who may be wondering...I. Am not. Tolkien. Shocking, right? ~RandomCelt and editor 'Mihi.