NEW TOPIC: Lines of Tolkien Poetry
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At night they dance beneath the roofless sky,
When naked elms entwine in branching lace
The Seven Stars, and through the boughs, the eye
Stares down cold-gleaming in the high moon’s face.
Book of Lost Tales I – “The Trees of Kortirion”
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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