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Walküre:
Círdan, the Keeper of the Havens.


Very old he was, treading the mortal paths before the very first dawn,
Long time he fought and perils faced, when Middle-earth from the flames of war suffered,
He then had over the Grey Havens custody, and first the coming Wizards he greeted,
Near the sea, his ever-lasting love, forever he shall wait, until the last ship from these shores eventually departs.

Walküre:
Turukáno (Turgon) contests a Balrog of Morgoth.


Thou, ill flame and dark fire,
Thou, once of the Angels a noble spirit,
I shall never forsake my fair city,
I shall slay thee and your fell kind I forever curse.

Walküre:
Gondor, the keeper of glory and hope.


By one of the two royal Twins founded, Númenor then fell and from memories was erased,
If not for the proud twin-realms of the mortal shores,
Of which now only Gondor endured and strife withstood,
Of Men the last stronghold of glory and hope.

Walküre:
According to vague and distant rumours, a gruesome power established itself within the eastern woods.


A long and motionless millennium after,
A shadow the great forests of the World its lair made,
This the people of the woods tell,
In doubt and fear, which passing days broader render.

Walküre:
War in the North: the coming of Winter.


Ten centuries following the great wars of the past,
Between the valiant free and the former tyrant,
On peace and solace the World has perhaps become too much reliant,
For in the North something in secrecy lurks, and a bitter winter fell, which forever seems to last.

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