Rivendell - A poem

Statues of stone, elders, old,
Here no elf stays out in the cold,
Beds white and all so warm,
A safe haven to sheild you from a storm,
Dark paths though trees,
Here you can come and go just as you please,
It is a joyfull and that is well known,
There is no ruler, in the halls there is no throne,
Mysterious paths leading to flowers,
Here we are sheilded from the to two towers,
Forieners ofen come and stay,
A place for travellers who off there paths stray,
This is where fair elves dwell,
This places name is...

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