Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own that many things,
I do not own an elf or tree,
These things that were not meant for me,
I do not own them now, I did not own them then,
Not now, not then not ever again,
I do not own the words I say,
I do not own that much this day,
I do not own my house,
I do not own a mouse,
I do not own Lord of the Rings,
I do not own the rights to things.

Summary: A poem for my character Curudin Belegar

The Prince of Noldor sat in alone,
As the world went by,
Below the walls of carven stone,
Beneath where eagles fly,

Silent as the darkened night,
Tranquil as the dawn,
Nothing could escape his sight,
In the land of the first born,

A flute he played in darkened lands,
A tune of ancient make,
The skill of fathers in hands,
The music by the lake,

In peaceful times he sat alone,
Beneath the mountain tall,
Before the hall of mighty stone,
Before the Noldor's fall.

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