No living creature am I,
wrought by Elven hands am I,
weapon I am, and yet not so,
over me sometimes water does flow,
In the noontide of Elves I fell,
Not by any fault of my own to be sure,
When I fell I killed my maker,
Whose Grey-elven name means naught.
This one is indeed a bit strange, and it will probably take everyone a while.
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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