While I wait for you to answer my question, here is one for you
A brave fighter was he
He followed orders faithfully
It almost cost him his life
But he was saved, fortunately
A fair maiden was she
Though no less noble than he
She remained true till the end
A terrible foe fell at her hand
Forgotten land, fair and free
Lost because of envy and greed
A land of beauty, taken in the flood
That's the western part of my blood
In the North, there dwelt fighters at heart
Who were both fierce and proud
In the great victory they played their part
That's the northern part of my blood
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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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