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Autor Thema: Annals of Aman  (Gelesen 30111 mal)

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Re: Annals of Aman
« Antwort #390 am: 15. Mai 2019, 19:35 »
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Were it just and right
To leave the shore for Might?
Doth the Elda well,
To yearn the hallowed Dell?

Blues and mist we pass
To land on stainless grass,
Heading whither travel
Saints combating evil.


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Re: Annals of Aman
« Antwort #391 am: 17. Mai 2019, 13:59 »
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Get in front of dancing fire!
I shall fain wring my lyre.
Many stories will unveil
Good and fairness of the Tale.

Art thou merry well enough,
Within these lonely bounds of rough?
Brutish life is not thine own,
Clement Man who walk'st alone.


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Re: Annals of Aman
« Antwort #392 am: 18. Mai 2019, 17:21 »
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Fly! Soar in haste above!
Hap we need, to save my Love.
The fateful Gem we have retrieved;
Long have folks one foulness grieved.

Lo! Splendid ramparts lie
Unsullied by the sigh
Which Freedom hath despoiled,
Yet never wholly foiled.


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Re: Annals of Aman
« Antwort #393 am: 21. Mai 2019, 14:25 »
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Surrender not, my mortal Lord!
Draw such gallant silver-sword!
Heed the counsel of the Sea,
For I listen to thy Plea.

Night I see to grow tormented,
By the Villain greatly daunted;
Know that waters ever bring
Tale and sorrow to the Ring.

The Ring of Doom wherein we speak
Of Arda wounded and the Peak,
Within the Ice thou fightest vain,
Seat of Evil's waste-domain.

Go, now proceed to find
The hidden Elven-kind!
A Noldo needeth aid,
Lest his Kingdom fade.





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Ruins tell the lay,
Built with ore and clay,
Of the Bridge of yore
By the thriving shore.

Hap soon bade adieu
In the mounting blue,
Bequeathing spear and blade
Which tort thenceforth made.