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CirdanLinweilin
The Wandering Wastrel, Male, 20, from Mission Viejo, California
Abiding with Nienna, at The West of the West... Aug 28, 2017
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- Gender:
- Male
- Birthday:
- Oct 18, 1996 (Age: 20)
- Location:
- Mission Viejo, California
- Occupation:
- Writer
- Comment (Deep Thoughts):
- Remember! You have a bow and an arrow, but you don't need both to kill an orc. But both would be quite nice. Go kill an Orc. Just do it. Hail Gondor.
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"Raise the banner high, march with Adonai, Lift your voices up loud and high, Strength and unity, faith and victory, Let the battle rage on we cry" - 20:17 (Raise the Banner) Audio Adrenaline
"There still sat Beren, and he sang, and loud his lonely singing rang. Though Orc should hear, or wolf a-prowl, or any of the creatures foul within a shade that slunk and stared of Taur-na-Fuin, nought he cared, who now took leave of light and day, grim-hearted, bitter, fierce and fey.
'Farewell now here, ye leaves of trees, your music in the morning breeze! Farewell now blade and bloom and grass that see the changing seasons pass; ye waters murmuring over stone, and meres that silent stand alone! Farewell now mountain, vale, and plain! Farewell now wind and frost and rain, and mist and cloud, and heaven's air; ye star and moon so blinding-fair that still shall look down from the sky on the wide earth, though Beren die—though Beren die not, and yet deep, deep, whence comes of those that weep no dreadful echo, lie and choke in everlasting dark and smoke.
'Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie, and here with lissom limbs did run, beneath the moon, beneath the sun, Lúthien Tinúviel more fair than mortal tongue can tell. Though all to ruin fell the world, and were dissolved and backward hurled unmade into the old abyss, yet were its making good, for this—the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea—that Lúthien on a time should be!'
