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Disclaimer: See chapter 1. WARNING: Awful rhyme looming! UNDER THE MALLORN TREE (At the End of the Third Age, Remembering Doriath)
"Cirdan’s swan ships under Varda’s stars, A mighty weapon of molten sparks, Beleg’s bow, Mablung’s sword, The jewels in Elu’s hoard… Our ladies’ beauty all surpass " “I’d regret to learn this war has blunted your poetic abilities…” Celeborn turned haunted eyes to his wife. “It’s not mine, my lady. It was Daeron’s parting gift, actually, although I suspect we were too drunk then to notice.” They’d been carefree and happy that night. Shortly after, Daeron had discovered Lúthien in the company of a mortal; change had abruptly entered Doriath. He still remembered that song. He still missed his friend.
A/N: Cause you’ll feel the pain long after you’ve forgotten the words Word Count: 100; Jan 2005 |
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