Book Report Time, The Children of Hurin

The Children of Hurin
By J.R.R. Tolkien and edited by Christopher Tolkien

This was a poem by the first Tolkien written in about 1920.
For this poem He used and ancient English alliterative merte, using a demanding patterns of stress and "initial rhyme".
(this is how it reads) LOL

till the faint flicker of fiery torches
flared before them; fitful murmur
as of many voices in meeting thronged
they heard as they hastened. High sprang the roof.
Round a sudden turning they swung amazed,
and saw a solemn silent conclave,
where hundreds hushed in huge twilight
neath distant domes darkly vaulted
the wordless waited.

So the story was wrote in this formate for about 2000 lines, then abandoned.
No one knows why, but Mr. Tolkien had done this many time, going up as high as 4000 lines of the same type of poetry, then abandoned. (writers block maybe?)

Any ways, the story in todays book, was compiled by J.R.R. Tolkien son and some other people, and written in story form with out any poetry stuff.

The story starts, out with the family tree, and you are soon lost on who's is who, and then the story goes on about the war in the north country, and how everyone s is soon dead.
The last Mother and Son and un-born sister, go on living the worst life possible.
The Son runs off to live in the hidden city to come back some day, when grown up and be a saving King to his people.
So everyone is blow to the four winds, and the Son living in a another city and meets and fair maiden and weds, and is soon to have his child and He goes off to fight a dragon.
The end.
So he kills the dragon, and was knotted out near the dragon body, and is laying there looking dead, and the maiden shows up and is doing the first aid stuff, and the dragon in his last dieing breath says,
" this is your lost brother that you have wed, and are about to bear his child"
Then the dragon dies.
The maiden, jump into a near by river and drowns, the Son, jumps on his sword.
The mother comes around, dies of a broken heart, the Father, is released from the northern King, to find every one died, and story end with Him stand there by Himself.
This is a very depressing story, no wonder J.R.R. Tolkien abandoned it.
The writing style is not of J.R.R. Tolkien quality , not even close to it.
My rating is a 1 star out of 5 stars.