Anew I curse my father’s oath That slew us brothers, causing both The Silmarils – our Silmarils! – Those jewels whose mere possession spills The blood of elven race uncounted! Yea, our Oath in fine amounted To kinslaying and exile From Valinor, the elven isle Of Elfinesse, of Elvenhome To wander far, while drifting roam…
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The War of Wrath – Trio
Bash! Bash! A rending crash! What strength can even mountains smash? Both Tulkas’ fists through mountain stones Lay bare the roots and very bones Of earth: he roars a challenge loud To Morgoth. Though the balrogs crowd Around, Tulkas ignores them all To break into the Dark Lord’s hall. He bellows loud the ancient name…