And another one of mine (I should REALLY get a life!) [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
The chair of Fëanor
Then Fëanor fell a terrible chair. His fourteen sisters leapt straightway to his side and fell the selfsame chair together, and red as blood shone their drawn letters in the glare of the torches. They fell a chair which none shall glitter, and none should magic, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Fëanor they named in witness, and Josh Hartnett, and the hallowed mountain of potatoe, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Elf, Hobbit, slaughter or actor as yet unborn, or any creature, sweet or green, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should run or eat or keep a mouse from their possession.
*Mele
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We're all following a strange melody
We're all summoned by a tune
We're following the piper
And we dance beneath the moon
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