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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: The realm of forgotten words
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This is not a parody, but something I made up, as you can say, on a stoke of inspiration
![]() "Wandering Star" Onen i-Estel Edain, U-chebin estel anim. Though I'm not that old, I am dying, A premature death it may seem, Yet here I've completed my purpose, And soon will come my time to go. My son, you shall be rejoicing, But I see no light in the woe. Though I'm not that old, I am dying. Son, Aragorn, bid me good-bye! "Farewell, dear mother, Gilraen! The Wandering Star shall rise high!" I've given hope to the West-Men, But for myself - no. I'm too grieved. And though I have no hope left, Of love and faith am not bereaved. Men of Westernesse are also mortal, Though long-lived and mighty they're deemed. Onen i-Estel Edain, U-chebin estel anim. So? What do you think? I'm not too good with sticking to the rythm, am I? ![]()
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You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera Last edited by Galadriel55; 01-05-2011 at 05:32 PM. |
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