I’ve fallen in love with J.R.R. Tolkien’s poetry once again. Its terrible and wonderful. I can’t go to bed without reading one of his poems from Lord of the Rings, but I’m under the spell of the beauty of his writing.
My word count for my novel: 42,052
“The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.”
~The Fellowship of the Ring
An excerpt from the poem of Lúthien Tinúviel
(A Knife in the Dark)