I came to life after the great war
I cared for those who wished to be free
Until they denied the westward call
Sowing the seeds of their own fall
The King, far-seeing one, and his daughter fair
Sought to bring change, hiding their despair
But their plans were thwarted, their designs put to and end
And the rift grew, with no one left to mend
The daughter now weeps all alone
In a prison which she still calls home
And when the end came, unheard went her plea
She died with me, and we were finally free
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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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