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Pride's Wrath tore the Air from Mirkwood, now the Silver Grey; I can see a Prince, an Heir That does not Obey. For he used to be a King - a fair one, with scar. Probably some amber rings noble, like a star. It was heard that in a swamp where Frodo Once Fell White-Haired Elitist revamped; the pure racial Self. Oropherion's succesor with a crown, has been contempating for a while "He has truly fucking won!" And he started hitting with adolescent vibe. Suddenly he youth regained; Still, a King in a Throned Hall; Why do I need the throne, oh Lady Bane! To another King you've shown it all I hate you, I will murder him! He didn't say out of pitiful evil Rather manly passion from within A Sword Fight he initiated - so medieval. He walked haughtily in Fingon's hall unexpecting, in a humble bliss, Thranduil has started hitting him with all he had, as he was pissed. "I will kill you!" ~ Rivalry of the Highness You said " Will you... will you" And she answered yes. (Thranduil's tears) Without mineness...
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