by PhoenixReborn » Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:35 am
Neurien laughed to himself, "Quite honestly, we Mirkwood elves are the only ones who love that place. There are great swamps, spiders bigger than any you've ever seen, many orcs haunting the bogs, but up in the north eastern part of the forest it becomes clear, soft grass beneath your feet. And there, before your weary eyes, home. It made completely of stone, moss growing in a few unkept corners. There are the stables, the pastures where we keep the herds of deer for food, and the great palace. The archery fields beyond, the cool, blue fountain in the courtyards, and the river flowing out. There's nowhere like it. Nowhere even close." he watched the clouds as he spoke, picturing his home.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A flame from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
In the Garden of Paradise,
beneath the Tree of Knowledge,
bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose,
a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous,
and his song ravishing.

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