Thorin Oakenshield (
sonof_thrain) wrote in
dear_mun2013-01-20 07:39 pm
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By the firelight...
"Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light."
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light."
Aye, scribe. Continuing on my quest is something I intend to do. No dallying about with these so called "games" and "memes" you keep going on about.
