Here is a novel idea, multiple people and two locations are involved.
Windless, yet animate,
With air of demise, - This is Gondolin
I'll wilt if I leave
My home, your paradise - "....then let her stay; let the bird return to her cage, where she'll wilt as she has wilted before....."
Gleaming and beautiful,
All polished silver -
I am the hope
That brings you to the river - Gondolin again
But temper desire:
I'll be your demise. - via poisonous sharp shaft
Once caught, you'll reject me.
Take the master's advice. - "Return to your dwelling, for my heart warns me that if you follow those who love you no longer, you'll never return there again."
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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.
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