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Walküre:
Ride fast and never turn thy back


Fast knights cross the land and the battlefield would fain reach,
But woods, somber forests and the river must with no dread pass,
And Mirkwood ill had grown, and lair of shadows and ghoulish spirits which one might desist from the fight,
Then mists from the western ends turned up thither and the company of horses veiled, summoned by magic and of the mysterious wood-sorceress a powerful spell.

Walküre:
The Two Strongholds


The Two Strongholds by the Sea-Lords were founded,
For the guarding of the mountainous chains that the Southern Realm embrace,
Both of hard stone and by levels structured, two mighty fortresses born from crafting mastery and vigilant purpose,
One today is radiant of light and the throne of Men keeps safe, while the other withered and via witchcraft had its nature enchanted.

Walküre:
Thou dost not treat me as a fool!


Thou dost not treat me as a fool, Gandalf! One of thy simple acquaintances I am not!
Thy words of comfort and hope shall not avail thy cause, for of words I am the master and every uncanny visit I detest,
Thou no longer free to roam through lands and shires shalt be, as well as thy rustic friends for whom thou bearest a foolish love,
Hearken thy chief, wizard, our fortunes might be greater if the great power awakening we are to join.

Walküre:
Alas, madness has conquered the noblest of the minds


So low and treacherous I would never have expected that you could be, once pure and wise as of all the Istari the propositions,
And now you choose the path of darkness and an unexplainable plan, which I suppose you had enough time to prepare,
Yet still you deny and refuse to grasp, that none might bend the One's will and as his master claim oneself, for he does not share the power!
Alas, madness has conquered the noblest of the minds, and the mightiest of the one-time Wise of this fine land.

Walküre:
The Reunited Hope


Merry we all are and much we see of a brighter future,
Now that the Dark Tower lies broken and what was once a sole thing has finally been reunited,
The King may sit on his throne in solace and good will, knowing that the nightmare has passed and that things shall thus be mended,
Fatigues and toil pave the path for a new age to begin, in which splendour is to wane, but peace the norm shall become.

His spouse could never be fairer or more gracious for sure,
As she is of the immortal kind and from a royal bloodline descends,
Because the blood of the Two Twins shall again be one,
Blood that hides legends and impossible tasks: the pride of Númenor, the Noldorin kin, the wisdom of the old Elwë and of the mysterious Queen Melian the lively strength.

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