[Galadriel55]

Happy riddling!


I was born in place up high
Near growth turned to dust, and steel to rust.
And long ahead my road did lie:
I passed the wall, I hid from all.

And many met me on my way:
The one that came by many caves,
The one that washed the grief away,
The one that's dead upon hard bed.

I always yearned towards the sea,
Till in the war I was no more.
But while I was, I lead with me
A helper great who aided fate.