Listen to my tale
One of sorrow and grief
Long was my life
While theirs was brief
On his throne
The Dark One laughed
Laughed at their misfortune
That he himself had caused
Their heritage noble
Their intentions pure
But against the Dark One's will
There is no cure
Now I hold them
I protect them still
One of them has a task
A prophecy to fulfill
The land is gone
Under the sea
Still I stand alone
To hold them till the end of Ea
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
Last edited by Urwen; 04-29-2019 at 04:16 AM.
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