Of The Lamentations Of The Noldor : Of Feanor
The high and mighty Feanor
Of the fame of the Silmarils
Called upon the Noldor
To convince of the Valar's ills.
And the Noldor felt anger and pain.
Whne the Valar should give protection,
Only misery and sadness over the slain.
And Feanor sowed in their hearts dissension.
Now they have left all that once was Valinor the beautiful
With Feanor as leader in their quest
To follow Morgoth ever hateful
And take back the Silamrils with all zest.
An oath they swore, Feanor and his lot
To pursue all that lay hands on the prized jewel.
Ties with the valor now were cut,
Morgoth and his host they call to battle.
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