That Forlorn Lover by Elrond's Library  

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That Forlorn Lover


The air is fresh, the mountains solid, the stars shine bright
He climbs another, that forlorn lover, and shakes apart with dread
The borrowed harp in hand, the sharp sword on hip feels right
But to dark Thangorodrim his feet bear his golden-ribboned head

Free beneath the sky and sea
Over land reeking with Shadow
He flies, seeking what might be
The fate of beloved Nelyo

Far away, far above, far too high but just in sight
A whispered prayer, devotion marred, tears in eyes that refuse to shed 
The eagle’s call, a blessing pure, answered from a height
He climbs another, that forlorn lover, stealing what is half dead

Free beneath the sky and sea
Over land reeking with Shadow
They fly, seeking the safety
Of a home free of all Sorrow
 


Chapter End Notes

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