Crispen gold water
how it bubbles the nose
how it lifts the spirit
flowing, dribbling into hobbit gullet
merry is merrier
joy joy joy!
eru is nearer
crispen gold water
sweet as falling sunlit leaves
mallorns weeping of the passing season
the river-daughter waits to turn in for her slumber.
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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