Amon Rûdh by Flora-lass  

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Amon Rûdh


Atop this barren hill of snow and blood

Moonlight picks out the face of one beloved,

Of someone who stands far above the rest.

Now I return, in love though not wisest,

Receive the gifts I bring; and do not run

Unless it be to me - for I am done

Denying, so I seek your cosy fire.

Here I would stay, beside my heart's desire.


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