Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-25344655-20151203000108

A voice was heard in the trees, a low voice, singing mournfully, even the most hardened and able of the group softened at the words.

"Long have i wandered,

stalked, fought, fled, cowered,

until I found the thing i seek,

of western lands, and a shining peak,

and easterm shores, where diversity peaks,

the great spider, o' i fought,

a shining light, and a dark shell,

from the depths of  the void,

to the highest lamps,

until at last, i struck her down,

onto the plain where men dwell,

there i met some short folk,

of hearty laughs, and sturdy jokes,

from then i led the mighty hosts,

against the darkness i strove to choke,

i ask naught for thank or gift,

but ask my battles be held high,

until the day i shrivel and die..."