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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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It's the Barrow-wight's song.
Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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you are correct, proceed
Last edited by arcticstorm; 05-06-2005 at 01:34 PM. |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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"his sword of steel was valiant,"
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Quill Revenant
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Wandering through the Downs.....
Posts: 849
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How about this: (A favorite poem of mine)
Eärendil was a Mariner In panoply of ancient kings, in chained rings he armoured him; his shining shield was scored with runes to ward all wounds and harm from him; his bow was made of dragon-horn, his arrows shorn of ebony; of silver was his habergeon, his scabbard of chalcedony; his sword of steel was valiant, of adamant his helmet tall, an eagle-plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald.
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age' |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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You're right.
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