A/N: Curious to the fact that there may be a downside to having all those magical powers Elves have. And yes, I know that technically this is against Tolkienology in some way… at least I think it is… just can't explain it you know? Whatever. R/C: Read and Criticize; instead of the usual, R/R: Read and Review. Umm… and I meant, constructive criticism.
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Worthy futures and clearer skies,
Elven fate as our race cries.
Beautiful songbirds weaving their refrain,
Evils of battle and screams of pain.
The brush of hope and dance of faith,
Punch of regret and cut of hate.
Glamorous roses and sweet tingling grass,
Sickly marshes and a dreary pass.
Luscious fruit and princely greens,
Musty air and blood-soaked streams.
Not to be envied,
I can see far more than should be seen.
I can hear unanswered cries.
I can feel much of this broken dream.
I can smell spirit as it dies.
I can taste all hatred the world can feed.
I am Elven, and am not to be envied.
My gifts are what allow me my name,
But a gift is a curse all the same…