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Walküre:
Findekáno perisheth amidst flames


Findekáno had a brief part in the tale,
For his reign in those suffering lands not much lasted,
Yet the valour of his House he shall honour in eternity,
As he fought the head of Morgoth's Flames and amidst fire perished.

Walküre:
How were Orcs born?

Saruman narrates the sad tale of the creation of such monsters. A wound and scar for the Elven kind.


You asked me, I shall tell you how the cruel spell was cast,
In the darkness of the ancestral times, when light was not on the entirety of lands,
The original Evil captured some of the Elven kind and them in its obscure pits tortured,
Mauled and mutilated, the foulest arts permitted that new race to arise.

A race that fists waves and the will of dominion obeys, as their master commands.

Walküre:
The Lord vigilant remains


The Lord vigilant remains, hidden in his valley and sole guardian in the wilderness,
Many battles and sorrows he saw, yet triumph on his side was often,
And he now patrols those lands in this grey era,
Waiting, watching and the kindest rest offering.

Walküre:
Thou art, Craftsman of Jewels

Mandos accuses Fëanáro and declares him guilty.


I declare thee guilty of unrest and blind wrath, Craftsman of Jewels,
Within the walls of Valinórë hatred thou dared to bring,
For envy burneth thy heart and suspicion thy skilled mind cloudeth,
Thou guilty art, Fëanáro, and my judgement thou shalt hence suffer.

Walküre:
Words my ears reached, Judge-Vala!

Fëanáro's response.


Words my ears reached, Judge-Vala!
Fell they were and the Prisoner whom ye liberated of them was the source.

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