It's of Finwe. You'll survive to see it. I cant see it till Friday. I'm currently working very hard to make my parents lives miserable!!!! *evil cackling*
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Before these fields were shorn and tilled,
Full to the brim our rivers flowed;
The melody of waters filled
The fresh and boundless wood,
And torrents dashed, and rivlets played,
And fountains spouted in the shade.
-Bryant
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