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Old 06-30-2003, 01:36 AM   #71
Lugbúrz
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Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: Middangeard
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Elrohir mused upon what Angore spoke. It was true that they were blind in Moria, but blind only in the waking world.

The elves held council, and there in the corridor their reunion spread a glow of wisdom, and for a moment the stone burned with a shining glory, akin to its younger days when the Stone Masters had sculpted these surfaces with knowledge long forgotten.

Very little seemed to be spoken but a lot seemed to have been said. And soon they took off, keeping their senses attuned to any approaching danger. One thing they had decided: they would travel in darkness and risk no light, for it was perilous to be spotted by a hidden foe. Lightfooted they walked and had little need for rest. At great speed they moved, ever going downwards and Southwards. There seemed to be a melody in the step they kept, and it spoke of a sad tune, a tune that the walls were still glad to hear. It is said that in later days, the two sons of Elrond often sang this tune in memory of their vigil and rescue. A rescue that was neither a success nor a failure for what they loved most they lost yet from Middle Earth.

The song in the language of the High Elves was one fair beyond the words of Men, but even in the Common Speech it brought to the lips the irony of the elves as the world changed and they parted with their loved ones going West.

We march along, along we march on many a lonely mile,
From Imladris to Moria we march in single file.
Scaling up, up we climb the Misty Mountains high,
Through the Pass we trudge along to meet the enemy nigh.
Slay the foe, we kill them all with strength of Elven blade
Troll we crush and warg we scare and goblins lair we raid.
Ride we must, hard we ride upon the open road,
Across we come from Gladden Stream till the Silverlode.
To Moria we make at last with aid from flying friends,
For seek we must the prize we lost and to make amends.
In the end we come again to the light of day,
Bearing up along with us the merry prize away.
But what an end we must suffer in the hands of fate,
For she passed away and left us with goblins that we hate.
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