Beside the bed of the fallen king,
Lay the shadow of his queen.
Besides the tombe she weeps her tear,
Biding goodbye to the years.
Sliently she past the merry halls,
And into the darkness of the fading leaves.
Stars shall fad as winter comes,
Harshly ended has her song.
The Dead Marshes.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
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