So the days we were happy as brothers, so we were the ones. We could be Feanor and Felagund as the Maedhros and Fingon... No one could really know the love between these elven lords, which things bind them.
Made of the blacksmith of Arda since the days of music, it was known that we were bound together, with a deep love of brothers. Our guide Aule showed us that the best jewel is made with the soul. Our best jewels were of the Two Trees which were grown by the love of elven souls, they were shining because the elves loved, their passion for the light of brotherhood, love to father, love to a girl, love to an elf who shine as a faraway star...
So in the light of Aman lets play, love before all the darkness dims our days... Be my friend, be my saviour, be my brother.
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As Kings
FantasyAs an image we pass by, only our sons remain in the last, everything seems like an illusion but this helmet, this sword, shield, armour... This soul, this is... Spirit stays the same. From old forgotten days to now we carry our banner, as kings... I...
