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Walküre:
IS THERE STILL HOPE?



--- Zitat ---Is there still hope for our quest?
This I may not say with certainty, my fond friend,
Your breed is rare in this world grown chill and weary,
Hobbits somehow resist this voluble course of time,
Withstanding violence, brutal kingship and many wars,
That rage in the hazardous East,
So blow the fell winds of clash from these very ends,
The temple of Men is giving in to a newly-awakened night,
If our mission is to be of no avail,
Its result won't be other than disastrous ruin.

Heinous acts call for worse and worse,
This is the vicious cycle plaguing the world,
At the grim sunset of the age, illness has spread wide and also unnoticed,
Not detected by wise eyes, shadows have been granted the entrance again,
Crawling, creeping hence and thence,
The Black Land is not simply conjuring mere Orcs for the pending showdown,
Past enemies of yore come forth from the ignorance of common knowledge,
Storms of ashes arise from his forsaken realm,
Behold, that is no natural weather but the wicked magic of our adversary,
Clouds are rounding the White City, for a last grievous siege to be commenced.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
A WAY



--- Zitat ---There must be a way,
To bid farewell to grief,
And, wherefore, to hail the sunny day,
Which warms any tree and leaf.

A way, for the Good's sake,
To prevent the saddest doom,
Shall valiant Men freedom wake?
Against the odds that afar loom.

Afar, beyond that dark curtain,
Of smoke and venom within the Black Land,
Fear we must stay, we're certain,
Defeat we cannot mend.

Not this time, not this age,
This last chance of ours,
As the keepers of night terrible war wage,
Tragedy may still come, so shall of triumph the hours.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GOOD VENISON



--- Zitat ---There, look what the kind Hobbit has made,
Firm hand and swift blade,
Just to cook and please one's wish,
Most delicious and tasty dish.

Woods were generous, indeed!
Let the fine odour you lead,
Good venison is served, from deer that ever run free and roam,
May we cherish such finery and bless this home.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LONE BEACON



--- Zitat ---Peradventure wast thou told of the magnificent deeds of a one-time splendid sire,
Who became much glory and exciting songs of yore,
Aye, one of the Princes,
Crowned, then, High King and prime commander among the Noldor's ranks,
Kin of finest descent, he did wield the sword and met unlucky demise, in the likes of his gallant father,
For a duel took place in the midst of the crude battle,
Swarming legions of hell were never enough to bend whom the Two Trees had kissed with potency,
Potent was he, and mighty and otherworldly strong,
Alas, very little doth such a thought comfort thy troubled mind,
His foe was no earthly creature, in fact, but a monstrous ensemble vomited out of hatred and fell fire.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
PRESENCE IN THE ABYSS



--- Zitat ---The passage is shut,
So say folks, and the road likewise cut,
Once a wealthy shire,
Kept by stone and the resilient sire.

Amassed in such maze of halls,
Within fortresses and thick walls,
There lay the treasure of Dwarf-kings,
The jester recalls the tale and justly sings.

Of the ill befallen,
Torn tapestry, sewn and woollen,
Scarce would it avail your quest,
The adventure inside this gloomy web, as much perilous test.

What dwells within ought not to be woken,
Forswear your will and leave the mines, cursed and broken,
Should fire creep out from the abyss of the world,
Shields would serve nought and equally one's sharp sword.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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