That's Amarië! by Sasha Honeypalm

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Chapter 1

Apologies to Tolkien and Dean Martin. And you.


(In Tirion when Finwë was king

I loved her but she chose to stay)
 

When the moon’s first rise makes you think of her eyes

That’s Amarië

When the new sun’s gold glare can’t compare to her hair

That’s Amarië

You will sing tra-la-la-lolly and think it no folly

As your friends hide their smiles

Your heart goes beatbeat beatbeat beat and you think you’re being discreet

But they all know for miles

 

When spring in the land makes you reach for her hand

That’s Amarië

When ai Elbereth! thoughts of her steal your breath

You still love her

When her absence is a thing that’s not ceased to sting, Elvenking

You’re beyond your dear blonde here in fair Nargothrond

That’s Amarië

Amarië, that’s Amarië


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