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CelegormFairest glimpse of twilight,You shine through the trees Calling me to your side. Tinúviel immortal, Your songs are winter’s bane Your eyes burn with divine flame Stranger in the shadows, I sense darkness in your mind. The Hunter’s friend no longer, His favour has left you blind You shall not be trapped by a mortal man, Your beauty has no place among the dead. The firstborn blood of Finwë Courses through my veins. Help me avenge those who were slain. As the elf lord Came bearing down On the maiden fair In her anguish and her despair Loyalties swung and her prison was laid bare The elf lord’s gift, From the forests of old Took his flight Away into the night, To find her hero and aid him in his plight |