DarkElf
in Taur-en-Faroth
It is that one!
The burning Man who
loves the nightingale
His face is of dark despair
For one
once so full of love
What has transpired to rift him
From
the side of Tinuviel?
Idly I follow as he wanders
Down to
the Falls
And westward through the mists and rains
To the
Taur-en-Faroth
I thought he meant to seek those dark trees
'Good
council' thought I!
But not long were we on the plain
Before
the guarding ones descried us
He ever oblivious to my
accompaniment
They respectful of the ring he held aloft
Waylaid
but not assailed, they lead him on
While stone-faced Elves
bracket me
I am escorted discreetly
Until to the mighty
underground fortress we come