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Walküre:
The Shire


They say Half-men dwell on the western lands,
Far from toils, decay and of mighty realms the fate,
So merry their existence is, yet naught of them could ever be lavish,
For the simplest things in life they much cherish.

Walküre:
Thy fate shall not be in my hands


Eönwë rejects the apologies of Sauron.

Thy fate shall not be in my hands,
Thou once a bright spirit of light were,
But thy might and arts the Enemy's design greatly served,
And thou in darkness and horrible terror eventually turned.

Despised and feared by whom dwelt in these sad lands,
A murderer of gentle souls and of fell spells the sorcerer,
Nay, I tell thee, I may not free thee from thy guilt,
For the Powers only of thy case the last judges shall be.

Walküre:
Be thou ever-cursed!

Tulkas ('Tulukhastāz' in Valarin) curses Ungoliant ('Wirilomë' in Vanyarin), after the death of the Trees and the defeat of the Valar's guard.


Be thou ever-cursed, fell beast of the Void!
Thee and thy horrible kin I shall forever despise,
Destroyer and Predator of Light,
Tulukhastāz doth not forget and none forgiveth.

Walküre:
Yet weeping and mourning good might do

Nienna mourns and weeps on the lifeless ruins of the Two Trees. All are shocked and upset at such desperate sight.


The noble Elda, the kind Maia and the mighty Vala,
All speechless and grievous, for the demise of an era of splendour and light,
Yet weeping and mourning good might do,
For our fire doth not die and hope always endureth.

Walküre:
Thither, ye shall

Ilúvatar advises its Angels head to Eä, if they long to live and exist as its Plan commands.


Who to see and live longeth,
Thither, ye shall.

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