Mithalwen enters and sings softly in the style of *thinks of possible female sting equivalents* er Dido? Maybe, this version of Fragile from the perspective of the survivors of the Battle of Unnumbered Tears.
Elf blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But the Nirnaeth in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch the eternal argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those exiled by an angry Valar
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On Haudh en Ndengin rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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