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Walküre:
Beware of the creeping hazard


You shouldn't take the way of Moria, if not for stringent necessity and when alternative paths are shut,
The only viable solution is to be, and you must watch over the passages of the perilous journey you are to undertake,
Orcs are not lone there, for other menaces hide themselves under the surface of those uncanny mines,
Beware of the creeping hazard dwelling in the caves and in obscure water, for ancient creatures are often furious and deadlier than known foes, as of other times are the remnants and in rage they are to respond.

Walküre:
Premonition III


I have dreamt tragedy and the unbearable sorrow of such a vision, as the Grey Wizard fell in the abyss of darkness during one of his quests, and the devastated faces of his diverse companions were an even more tragic scene to behold, because their beacon in the night they had lost, and all was not only a matter of ill eventualities, given that the Istar knew that the flames which had dragged him down could not be allowed to wander in Middle-earth, lest disgrace were cast on the destiny of the Good itself and whole.

Walküre:
They prey on blood


Repulsive as very few creatures that tread the lands of the Hither-Lands, they are conjunction of the worst qualities and very aggressive attitude,
If not deadly and overly ferocious in truth, this the common knowledge taketh into account,
Words spread that the arts of the Maia who cruelly serveth Morgoth may have forged such horrible beasts,
Of a kind that creepeth in the shadows and for the blood of its victims much longeth, merciless and without the bare resemblance of spirit which even lesser beings have as proper and own.

Walküre:
The Return


Shall we return to the times that are currently deemed elder, not in measure of potency, yet with memory and just homage?

Heroic deeds must be for good given tribute and foremost honour for the immeasurable contest that at the time was infuriating there, in lands now resting below the blue of the western seas, given that expiation had to be achieved via the tormented path of suffering, being this the prime trait of catharsis which one's faults may wash away and in the very end purify.

Walküre:
A broken lineage


If the tales of the Elder Days thou art to explore in curiosity and passionate will, the narration of a broken lineage of noble blood thou wilt read,
The tragedy of parting from the domain without death or sorrow, to seek a newer world and strive through immense fatigues for the sake of vengeance,
Very little did we know, that most of the line would be hewn and cut in horrid manner, fallen the brave family and with sadness their memories filled,
Yet one managed to escape the slaughter, destined to be recalled in fame in successive centuries and the legacy of High Noldor ever-alive to maintain.

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