I may serve no lord
Though you have my word
As true as my sword
This blade of steel
I will not wield
As weaponry
For my name is one of chivalry
The Knight
More by Andrew Knight
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In Darkening Dolennan
There is still much unexplored on the forest floor,
Unseen beneath the boughs of endless trees
In darkening Dolennan, the hallowed Holtmark
When light is foregone and shadows grow stark
Upon shimmering Dûenedril and shrouded hill -
At the Gates of Angband
Fingolfin hesitated, standing there before the immense doors that rose far above him.
Why? Why am I here? This is madness.
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A local Lúthien
"Andy, can I hug you?"
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