A taste of Tolkien's alliterative verse
To the throne of Thingol were the three now come;
there their speech well sped, and he spoke them fair,
for Hurin of Hithlum he held in honour,
whom Beren Ermabwed as a brother had loved
and remembering Morwen, of mortals fairest,
he turned not Turin in contempt away.
There clasped him kindly the King of Doriath,
for Melian moved him with murmured counsel
and he said: "Lo, O son of the swifthanded,
the light in laughter, the loyal in need,
Hurin of Hithlum, thy home is with me,
and here shalt sojourn and be held my son.
Children of Hurin (excerpt)
Posted by Arborfield at 9:27 am