Éowyn: A Lord of the Rings Poem
The simbelmynë and I are kin, Blossoming in this land of Men: A western star the heavens wept Upon the mounds where Dead are kept. The daughter of all noble kings, Within my soul, a war…
The simbelmynë and I are kin, Blossoming in this land of Men: A western star the heavens wept Upon the mounds where Dead are kept. The daughter of all noble kings, Within my soul, a war…
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