Waste no tears
My dear Blades,
Waste no tears nor turmoil on Maglor's pitiful fall in
the dark Temple,
There will be tears and turmoil enough for all without
this unnecessary burden;
Maglor is great in heart, but slight in
stature,
And, as the zombies did close on his General,
Maglor's heart
proved the stronger,
And he did rush to prevent the cursed undead from
surrounding his General;
Alas! Though Maglor's heart is true,
His
sword arm is less than might be wished,
And fall, he did!
But the
gods do yet smile on your tormented bard,
And brought him forth again, to
fulfill whatever purpose they have assigned him,
And, henceforth,
Maglor will remain at the side of his counsellor,
Toward the rear, with
voice, and magic, and bow,
And his sword will become but a sometime friend
in his toils!
'Twill be for the best.
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