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Eidolon of a Took
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: my own private fantasy world
Posts: 3,460
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The leaves were long, the grass was green,
A loon is he that will not sing: O! Water Hot is a noble thing! Tinúviel was dancing there, To music of a pipe unseen, But better than rain or rippling streams Is Water Hot that smokes and steams. Up came Beren with his big boots on, Said he to Tinúviel: “Pray what is yon? For it looks like the shin o’ mine nuncle Tim, As should be lying in a graveyard! One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel. “My lad,” she said, “this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump ‘o lead, Afore I found his shinbone.” Then through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet. O! Water is fair that leaps on high In a fountain white beneath the sky; But never did fountain sound so sweet As splashing Hot Water with my feet! Again she fled, but swift he came, And called her by her elvish name. Beren’s leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Tinúviel don’t care, and she’s still there With the bone she boned from its owner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How did Gollum refer to himself?
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