The age of troubles for both kinds
The Second Age of Arda, let me get you acquainted with the tale,
It came natural and quiet after a major contest had taken place,
And Elves and Men rejoiced at the newly-found solace, spreading as breezes in most of the continent now liberated and calm,
With rule and prosperity to offer for the other people there, and sorrow was from the previous harm then a memory of a darker past.
Men were given their so desired prize, a gift to honour the loyal fight of whom of their kin that the Powers against the Evil aided,
An island, in the midst of the blue, as mortal ground so close to the immortal serenity had never been,
A great empire was therefore built, broad marine power and a force that soon was the grandest to reckon with,
While Elves were lingering on the western shores of the mainland, relying on the legacy of their last glorious High King.
Sauron was not done with his snares and in hatred left the forest of the World, in a fair fashion and deceptive propositions,
Elf-smiths were tricked and moved by lies, so that the Rings of Power saw light and in evil hands eventually fell,
And war again burned and savaged the fields of the mortal shires, until the cry of desperation passed the sea and reached the mighty naval empire,
Leading to a great landing and to the Dark Lord kneeling in presence of such a might, albeit the pride king's longing for the eternal life and for the acquaintance of whom stands as Melkor's most cruel auxiliary.