High King of the Noldor, Fingolfin
Son of Finwe, brother of Finarfin
To Angband, he rode alone in wrath
and cared not by whatever path
In a great rage alone rode, Fingolfin
Angered at the fall of the sons of Feanor and Finarfin
Like a god he rode,
And cared not what doom forebode
He looked like Orome, Lord of Hunt
and as leading an army front
He came at last to Angband
The most evil land,
He challenged Melkor, mightiest in Arda
The Foe of Tulkas, Manwe and Varda
From the Great Gate, Morgoth came
and he would become Fingolfin's bane
He stood over Fingolfin like a tower
unmatched in
power
His blue shield was studded with a star
and it was seen afar
He drew blue sword, Ringil, lo!
for it made the victim
unhealable as in Diablo
Morgoth wielded Grond, Hammer of the Underworld
Three times at Fingolfin, Grond he hurled!
Fingolfin survived with his skill
but was finally succumbed at will,
But seven times, Morgoth he marred
Then Morgoth's face was ever scarred
Fingolfin finally hewed Morgoth's feet
and died there in a land of cold, darkness and heat
So died,
When to destroy Morgoth he tried,
High King of the Noldor, Fingolfin
Son of Finwe, brother of Finarfin
But Thorondor appeared,
And with Fingolfin's body,he disappeared
Fingolfin's body away to Gondolin he swept
Where Fingolfin's son, Turgon wept,
They made no song, for too great was their sorrow,
and his burial place was then ever a hallow,