DarkElf Goes to Tol-in-Gaurhoth
By crisp nights we journey up Narog to the Falls
The crownless
King on his fated quest
Evidence of my madness, but I must do this
thing
Though no bond nor blood holds me
He is nobility high and
his doom is clear to him
Forsaken by his people
But for a
handful of loyal ones
He will not abandon his oath by the ring
I
will not forsake Felegund
My fair and dangerous friend
Edrahil
Chief of Finrod's companions
Now mimics a dark elf's
soft tread
Amused by my speechless eloquence
Golden-haired
exile and the killing shadow
When we encounter the minions of the
Dark Maiar
We have the mastery
By art of the King from the
west
We are clad as blackfolk
And travel thus swiftly toward
our goal
Too swiftly, and so for all our guile
We are
discovered, striped of our disguise
And taken to His tower of
fear
Standing in this pit
My soul claws at the brink of
insanity
As I claw at the walls of this prison