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The most beautiful city built on the middle-Earth, |
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It's splendour was highly acclaimed, |
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The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong, |
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In the land were Turgon Reigned, |
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Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo- |
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The lord of the ocean and sea, |
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To tell the people of Gondolin, |
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Prepare to fight or flee. |
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But Turgon he was stubborn, |
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"That will I not do!". |
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He had grown to love his city, |
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And the terror of Morgoth he knew. |
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The city was discovered, |
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And Morgoth sent his legions, |
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Orc warriors with the fire-drakes, |
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Led by the Balrog demons. |
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They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell, |
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The way was now clear, Through the Elven halls, |
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The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach, |
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With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast. |
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The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath, |
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And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought, |
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The blows from their hammers, The dint of their clubs, |
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The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough. |
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The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons, |
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and made for the folk of the hammer. |
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They fled in terror rather than of craft, |
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Down in the plain they all gathered. |
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But a fire-drake was loosed upon them- |
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In the house of the hammer they died. |
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Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer, |
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Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own. |
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Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart, |
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Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion. |
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The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart. |
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The Noldor began to realise the battle they'd lose. |
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The most beautiful city built on middle-Earth, |
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It's splendour was highly acclaimed' |
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The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong. |
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In the land were Turgon reigned, |
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But now it lay akin to ruins, |
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As the fire devoured its insides, |
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The last hope for the Elves who lived- |
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Was to run and flee and hide. |
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But Turgon was a noble king- |
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"That will I not do!", |
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He stayed to die with the city, |
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The only one he knew. |
