Disclaimer: A Lord of the Rings poem. Last I checked, I wasn't dead nor was I a genius.
Manë Sláinte
Abhorrent Funeral
Gîl síla erin lû govaded mín
Gûr nedhanim
I am not scared.
I watch you tremble- young one,
You fell from the highest places,
Mel an nar manë sláinte.
It sometimes seem surreal,
To see a creature as you,
Burden a evil so strong to wipe out all of Middle Earth.
I am ashame to admit,
I doubted you at first.
When I heard that you won,
A wave of relief flooded my mind.
Namárie Frodo Baggings