A partial guess/disentangling:
I saw an old king falling
Greed was on his tongue
Turgon at the Fall of Ondolindë (Gondolin)
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A woman on the verge of lost
Now stricken, on the run
Idril, her father lost, is forced to flee.
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Radiant shines the hope of all
Eärendil - Idril's son
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Shadows hover low
The swarming of the dark hosts down into the Valley of Tumladen
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Before I or anyone who wants to pick up on this line of reasoning wants to go any farther - am I anywhere near the mark?
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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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