Annals of Aman

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He vowed to avenge the Theft,
Of craftsmanship bereft.
He swore to free his Kin,
Distraught and scheming sin.

Come, marine Folk of mine!
I summon thee to answer fine.
Thou hither fared'st in daunting march,
Beneath the virgin heaven-arch.

I dwell below the raging Wave;
I know the abyss and ocean's cave.
Tempest I in wrath command
Agin the coast of deathly Land.

'Tis time thou wert to sail
Through guileful stormy gale,
Across the foaming Blue
Which once salvation drew.

Aboard a vessel, hewn from trees,
Shalt thou voyage livid seas.
I will sing and teach the art,
To make thee wright and hence depart.

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Poring over scripture
Records might unveil,
During fey adventure
Under holly-dale.

Chambers keep a book,
Whither exiles fled;
Fortune mine forsook,
Leaving hopeless dead.

I name you heroes, last defender;
Along a wasteland shall ye wander.
I would it were to destine fine,
This grimmest task and quest of thine.

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I shan't implore for pity.
Battling's my duty.
Thee, o fetid Orc,
I'll hoist on wooden fork.

The Pucelle of Heath
Shall remove the sheath,
Wielding thus her blade,
Drawn by lissom Maid.

Disdaining woodland folk
Therefore rancour woke
Among the secret kin,
Fond of hearth or inn.

Yet errands brought them close;
Two former bitter foes.
They trod the world along
To so repair the wrong.

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I dreamt a world in shreds
And its unravelled threads.
It sank! It fell! It broke asunder!
Ye gods, alack, it bent to founder.

Fairer homelands we shall seek,
If we chance enough to wreak
Novel wonders on the land
That we strive to render grand.

How dare'st thou offend,
My dragon-wit to rend?
How dare the Heir reclaim
My kingdom, marred by flame?

I here am the Lord!
My fang is potent sword!
I breathe demise! I blast the Thief!
Of earthly banes I am the chief!

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I come at lightless night
To rescue mage in right,
While walking past the ruin
Of so perfidious doing.

Wraith, now surrender!
Stone I break and sunder.
Shadow, oath I vow:
Fear the Queen of Bough!

A jolly novice at my will?
You shall amuse and goblets fill.
I want my jester to forget
The woeful magnitude of threat.

Tell some lore of distant shire,
Some I miss and much admire!
Rekindle ears to merry times,
Before we suffer fouler climes!

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Cupidity and folly
Shall hardly make thee jolly.
The fortunes of a king
May dwindle, so we sing.

Some desire sundry stones,
Turning friends in utter bones.
Others burrow well below,
Unto biding dormant foe.

Three Bearers of afore
To future mankind's Lore
Have bidden grand farewell,
Pursuing Valmar's Bell.

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Say, o stranger:
Art thou a ranger?
Art thou a fiend
Amid fell wind?

This hamlet, nay,
Is no free way
For all to take
In staying or break.

I will, aye,
For peril's nigh,
Thy business mind
And speak unkind.

That homely inn,
Concealing sin,
Thy scope may aid
And not by blade.

You must be twice your age,
As astute a mage.
You must have gone to war
In older winter's lore.

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Filthy minion of the Eye,
Men have gone beyond the lie
Which bound us all to grave deceit,
Until the King had kindled wit.

We march abreast to end the war,
Should mankind's fate be sunk in gore;
We battle doom and utter slaves
Whom shadows nurture, deep in caves.

Keep so fair a stone,
Testament of Noon.
Thou shalt sit on throne,
Striking darkness swoon!

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I shall vanquish wanton ogre:
'Tis a promise by the sword!
Though my ranks have dwindled meagre,
Ever-true I keep such word!

How grand a liege could I deceive?
My counsel aideth those who grieve.
If lesser man thou deemest me,
I did aught else but worry thee.

The skilful wizard is to lend
His precious art we all commend,
Should horse-lords heed his good advice
Which none of kings rejected thrice.

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You're only fiend and guileful slave
Who kingly friendship was to crave,
Whereas I fell in wicked sleep,
Akin to foe around my keep!

No fool am I to trust you more,
For treason drives your tongue at core;
My rusting blade has will to find
So cunning one, deceitful mind.

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May hap the day! May hap the light!
The Angel's deed is ever-right.
They not forsook the writhing earth:
To pristine lamps was given birth!

A sun arose agin the dark
To kindle flower, field, and bark,
Until the bough is made content
And nowhere uttered is lament.

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Couth and gentle guest,
Secret I detest.
Tell me, now, I ask:
What do strangers mask?

Mine is jolly inn,
Apt indeed for grin.
Tell me, how may one
Disappear in fun?

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Nay, my buoyant keeper,
You shall dig no deeper.
Your eyes were also fooled,
Once gleaming hearth had cooled.

The Hobbit has no word,
Nor could again afford
To suffer devious mind
And face the man unkind.

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Who art thou, if I may?
I know not, nor I say.
Trees are rare to waste a speech;
Tell me, pilgrim, I beseech.

The Little Folk? That is queer.
We but axes only fear,
And the Wizard dwelling west,
Whom I wish to rightly best.

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Huge the statues grew,
Overhead and sound,
Signifying the true
Realm's outer bound.

Mankind all rejoiced
At the solemn craft,
Willing fain to hoist
Kingly sword and haft.