The bard strummed absent-mindedly on the lute. It was an old, familiar tune that served as the melody for a number of popular ballads. Like most such songs, it only
It was a time of peace in the land of Middle-Earth. The dark powers had been vanquished and the great men of Numenor were building great cities. The elves roamed
Descended from a princely line, O Thrain - Dearly you wish to see sunlight again! Within Dol Guldur, locked with bar and key In dungeon dark, plunged deep in misery,