The trumpets sound in the East,
For a new name dances in the breeze;
Beauty, let her own be pure,
She is my love, my little girl.
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In the West, dance be the stars,
When, eternally, she will be ours;
My babe, the leader of the wise,
Whom all shall love and none despise.
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In the South, moon brightly shine,
Due on the beauty of this child of mine;
She is my joy, she is my pride,
The breathtaking apple of my eye.
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My Kinsfolk marching in the North,
For word spreads that a child is born;
Ho!, may we be together,
My little girl and I forever.
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In the heavens, the angels sing her hymn,
As the sun sets and all is dim;
Her light shines through this darkness night,
Her lovely face makes the darkness bright.
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Sing it loud, sing it clear!
Sing it, now, for all to hear!
On this day, my child is born!
My little girl, my Entheor!

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A/N - Well, there you have it. My first fanfic. Whee. Let's all throw a party! ::throws confetti::
I'm done.

Anyway, yeah. . . if you got this far, I love you! ::huggles:: It's more than some people could do!

*DISCLAIMER - Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. I do not own it. Except maybe
Entheor.*