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Pride's Wrath tore the Air
from Mirkwood, now the Silver Grey;
I can see a Prince, an Heir
That does not Obey.
For he used to be a King -
a fair one, with scar.
Probably some amber rings
noble, like a star.
It was heard that in a swamp
where Frodo Once Fell
White-Haired Elitist revamped;
the pure racial Self.
Oropherion's succesor with a crown,
has been contempating for a while
"He has truly fucking won!"
And he started hitting with adolescent vibe.
Suddenly he youth regained;
Still, a King in a Throned Hall;
Why do I need the throne, oh Lady Bane!
To another King you've shown it all
I hate you, I will murder him!
He didn't say out of pitiful evil
Rather manly passion from within
A Sword Fight he initiated - so medieval.
He walked haughtily in Fingon's hall
unexpecting, in a humble bliss,
Thranduil has started hitting him with all
he had, as he was pissed.
"I will kill you!" ~
Rivalry of the Highness
You said " Will you... will you"
And she answered yes.
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