The only sound in the deserted hall was the clang of a heavy golden crown striking the equally golden floor.
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The only sights on the vast battlefield were the broken bones and the shattered souls of the fallen.
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The only feeling in the hearts of an Elvenking and his son was sorrow for what could have been and what never would be.
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It was then that twenty-one people, whether they be dwarf, elf, hobbit, man, or Maia, mysteriously vanished from the face of Middle-earth.
And disciplinary remains mercifully
Yes and um, I'm with you, this star nonsense
Yes, yes
Now which is it?
I am sure of it
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a leading role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
YOU ARE READING
Wish You Were Here
Fanfiction*All of the characters and bolded text in this fanfiction (except Anya) belong to J. R. R. Tolkien and/or Peter Jackson. They are not mine and I use them for purely creative (and shipping) purposes.* *The lyrics in the prologue are from Wish You Wer...
