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In Elfheim's green (lush and green)
The games begin 'neath the emerald gleam
The elves compete, with skill so keen
For the crown unseen (a crown unseen)
In woodland's heart (the heart of trees)
They leap and dart, with the grace of leaves
With bow in hand (so true and fair)
The archers stand, wind whispers through their hair
Their eyes like stars, so bright they beam
Aim for glory in Elfheim's dream (in Elfheim's dream)
At the ancient oak (the throne to find)
Swordsmen awoke, their steel they grind
In riv'lets clear (the water's race)
Swift canoes steer, a spirited chase
By hoof and heel (the ground they pound)
The horsemen reel, in a contest of sound
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Oh rise, Elfheim, through trial and game
To crown the one, the king of worth and name
Upon a throne of crystal clear, the Elf-King Melkor reigns,
His beauty unmatched, like morning dew on the untouched plains.
In halls of shimmering quartz and gem, his palace stands so grand,
A monument of splendor, the finest in the land.
His crown, a woven masterpiece of diamond and of light,
Reflects the myriad colors of the day and also night.
The subjects gaze upon their king, with hearts both proud and sore,
For Melkor's grace is bittersweet, a legend from the lore.
The Silmarillion's pages tell of Melkor's rise and fall,
Yet here he sits in majesty, within the crystal hall.
A king of beauty, power, and a past that's marred by strife,
His story etched in every stone, a tapestry of life.
The Elf-King's eyes, like sapphires deep, hold wisdom and regret,
For power's lure and pride's deceit are foes he can't forget.
Yet still he rules with gentle hand, and peace now fills the throne,
A beautiful king in crystal land, his heart becomes a home. Melkor upon the Throne.
