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.
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The Fall Of Gondolin
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Cruachan |