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Another parent-esque riddle
In the land of light
I was laid to rest on that day
I created a being of great might
But the price was to fade away
Yet I was content
He would be renowned
My life was spent
I was laid to rest in a mound
My choices I do not regret
For he is someone they won't forget
Even so, I sometimes wish
That he has stayed in this land's bliss
Alas, different was his fate
Driven by his ire
And now it's too late
Fire shall die by fire
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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.
Last edited by Urwen; 06-30-2019 at 04:54 AM.
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