I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world
In autumn when wind and the sea
Rejoice to live and
[Morgoth:]
Sit now there,
And look out upon the lands
Where evil and
My heart for your word,Ered Engrin,
and watch your folk,tired and
Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I
Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the
My star, I saw it high and far
At the parting
here beside me,under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering
Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold
We heard horns in hills ringing
The swords shining in South-kingdom
Steeds
The wind is cold and heavy
And storms are in the
The air was neither night or a day,
But faintly dark
The wind came down from mountain could
And like a tide
Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves
That break
What I am, I must not show
What I am thou
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