Hello dear modders and fans of Tolkien's world, I would like to share with you my poem I made this morning. I'm French, and since it is the very first attempt I know there are a lot of mistakes and wrong sentences . But here we go:
Lord of Gifts he was known
In the times of old
With the Elves of Eregion he befriended
There with them he shared and counseled
The secret of its arts and magic he held .
Great was his knowledge
The Elven Smiths had themselves a duty;
To make something up to his beauty
The Rings of Power
Rain like a shower
The Men accepted the Nine unsuspiciously
The Dwarves took the Seven them gladly
The Elves had forged the Three
They were all happy
But they did not see the treachery
When Annatar forged the One Ring
To rule them All
When the Elves realized
Thet He verbalized
His dark designs
One by one , the Free Peoples dwindled
The Elves had been expelled
From their fair domain
The Men fell into hell
The Dwarven people perished
Dominion is His ambition
Crualty is His inspiration
Destruction is His companion
And its Minions
He is the Dark Lord Sauron
