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Gungur of Shimmerbeards,
had travelled for days,
surrounded by fog,
dangerously near a nasty old bog.
Said to himself;
“On my guard I must be,
else my end is by sinking too deep.
Whatever is waiting,
shall not ensnare me.”
Reached for his axe,
took more careful step,
deeper into the fog he went,
suddenly stopped, remaining silent.
Heard a voice bright and fair,
singing in tongue unclear.
Tightened his grasp, ready to fight,
instead witnessed a lady surrounded by light.
In colors of red and gold
she was adorned,
her hair fiery and long,
her head growing a pair of horn.
She stopped her singing
and the winds began settling.
Gazed upon him,
smiling and speaking;
“Why doth thou come, Dwarf?
Mayhaps lost in this fog?
Do not be afraid,
perhaps I may be of aid?”
Gungur collapsed on his rear,
by this vision anything but unclear.
Nothing so fair he had seen,
among any living being.
“O, Lady of the Fog,” he spoke,
“Didn’t disturb you, I hope.
What sort of aid you may
offer to Gungur Shimmerbeard today?”
The lady giggled,
and put down her harp,
took a few steps closer,
and measured his heart.
“Thou seems lost
and at what cost?
Shimmerbeard, we meet at last.”
Gungur stood up and bowed deep,
yet he felt his heart skipped a beat;
“O, Lady, the pleasure’s all mine,
yet, how may I serve you upon this meeting most fine?”
The Lady laughed more, bouncing a bit,
light around her even more lit;
“Child of Durin’s Folk,
I may guide thee away from this bog.
But before I farewell thee,
accept this gift from me.”
Upon that a spell was heard,
Gungur felt something in his beard:
a vine of finest gold-thread
growing within it, he drew his breath.
“I grant thee free-willingly
this gift quite kingly.
Mound-Fey shall continue singing
the way out for Gungur of the beard shimmering.”
A flash of light and he was alone,
fog was away, possible now to return home;
“Who was this lady, where has she gone?”
Looked down, yelled all of a sudden;
“This cannot be - the thread golden!
It was no dream,
but alas, now is my time to leave.”
So left Gungur of the beard shimmering,
‘til this day left wondering:
Who was this Mound-Fey,
Will they meet again someday?
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((Lyrics and sketch made by me))
