I've never given a 'title' to any un-ambitious, miniscule work, but if I'd have to name this poem, then I guess(these are on the spot) 'The Exiled', or just 'Exiled' (what do you think?). Furthermore I expect many to be confused upon reading it. This poem was originally not intended to be one, I had just finished reading the Silmarillion a second time (January) and was in the phase of giving myself Silmarillion related 'names' (actually brief facts from the book) on MSN Messenger, and as I wrote something similar, though highly cruder than this, I saw that it was like a poem, and after several revisions, I came up with this!
From the blessedness of Aman,
And fair Tirion upon TĂșna green,
Were banished hence the Noldorin,
For their fiery wrath so keen.
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