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Due to the amount of riddle out there i have
Lord, brother, friend
Answer: Manwe
Lore, skill, but light on reason
Answer: Feanor
Black as night
Answer: Gurthang
North of the Black Gate it lay
Answer: Dagorland
An unpleasant tongue
Answer: Black Tongue (or Black Speech)
Before the river and the trees
Answer: Tom Bombadil
Lore master and singer of old
Answer: Daeron.
Deathless in name
Answer: Durin
Black wolf's head
Answer: Grond.
In Gondor it is said that it is free
Answer: Pipe-weed
Bred by Evil to slay
Answer: Carcharoth
In Elvish, the one comprised three
Answer: Ainulindale
The hero of the longest poem of Men
Answer: Turin
In the second before the third
Answer: Numenor
The last High one of the second of the three
Answer: Gil-Galad
The greatest of the first though not the largest in war
Answer: Glaurung
Thirty White horses on a red hill,
Answer: Teeth
Air of Gold
Answer: Vilya
The first of the Black enemy in the Elder days
Answer: Utumno
In the beginning was light brought
Answer: The Two Trees
There stood in the sheer wall of rock
Answer: Dark Door
The first found them where the sun could not find them
Answer: Wargs
Over not land is his power to be
Answer: Ulmo
The secret shadow, the messenger of the dark,
Answer: Thuringwethil
Of a father slain was he, Orc Slayer, Ring freer
Answer: Beren
Great and noble was he, Wolf slayer was he
Answer: Huan
Voiceless it cries
Answer: the wind
A scene of evil carnage and fury
Answer: Sudden Flame
This thing all things devours
Answer: Time
Water made from rare and set with white
Answer: unknown, possibly 'Nenya'
The greatest of the wing Answer: Ancalagon
Destiny & Pride reared their noble heads
Answer: Kin-Strife
Huntsmen, rider, bearer; One of seven, Answer: Orome
Tenth by the first,
Answer: Narquelie
In tale his deed was of the heroic meter
Answer: Bard the Bowman
Its air is sultry, dark and sweet
Answer: Black Breath
Ever so sharp Answer: Angrist
A song set in stone
Answer: Gondolin
On high he was among the Noldor Answer: Finwe
A poem it is of ghostly haunts Answer: Sea-Bell
From Brandy to the tower Answer: The Shire
In the west it was said this way
Large from the first, they were bred that way Answer: Trolls As red he was known
Answer: Carchoroth It is in the most ancient form Answer: Akallabeth
Carved upon the deathless door Answer: (Narvi or Celebrimbor) It's your guess
Of them they were one of three
Answer: Stoors
A true friend and implacable enemy was he Answer: Gandalf
The first found them where
Answer: Wargs
Last of the old is she
Answer: Shelob
Of the ancient, the most
Answer: Ainulindale
Made by the darker dark in ages gone by
Answer: Orcs
A lesser of the west,
Answer: River Ginglith
It points south from the inner side of high ground
Answer: Barad-dur
A numenorean was his to bear
Answer: Imrahil
Of the Dwarven line of D
Answer: Oin
A windy place they say,
Answer: Thought to be "Amon Sul"
Out of dark mirkwood he was said to come
Answer: Legolas
The mouth spews forth- some say for leagues forty
Answer: Bay of Romenna
In Dark secrecy they were made
Answer: Uruk-Hai
From the outer dark into the world was she called
Answer: Ungoliant
Abhorred, cruel, and Captain he was known
Answer: Sauron
A Noldor of the first
Answer: Guilin
It is said that from a dying golden tree
Answer: Sun
An emblem of white's clear call
Answer: White Hand
d r o u k n n a l t a o h n i
Answer: Unknown.
A gentle being made mad by ancient power
Answer: Gollum.
Of them they were one of the three
Answer: Stoors?
Before the inland sea that now is there
Answer: Illuin. (confirmed)
On both sides of a celebrant
Answer: Lothlorien.
Remarkable wonders that gleamed so bright
Answer: Possibly Caves at Aglarond
They were of a type called by a high-elven name
Answer: Uruloki
A prince was he Answer: Shadowfax
Known by another name at first Answer: Gurthang
In battle so grim a knight he was not.
Answer: Ohtar
To some it is fate
Answer: Possibly "lidless eye"or "One Ring" "death" "sauron"
King was he, tho slain by dragon ire,
Answer: Girion
Hunters they were
Answer:Woses
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and from his mountain he does tend
to the welfare of spouse and aire alike
and does protect all with his windy strike
he toiled where others knew not to tread
Following folly he followed
until beneath the stars he was dead
in the hand of light
it took many a life
and carried its own strife
Where Elves and Men won the day
In an age gone by it stank of death
'Til marshland gave it fetid breath
devised by the second for all
and found in the inner whirl of one
with memory of the first raindrop
and the first scent.
Pathmaker of the first paths
here before the seas were bent.
he betrayed his kin
Wanderer hither and thither afar
nothing could his vision of beauty mar,
for the songs lived on in his mind you see
and he never forgot his love of Elven beauty.
with a crown of stars
he sat upon his throne
Even though he was not the same.
body of steel
long ram
gate crasher.
a wild sort for anyone to find.
It can be found in both Shire and Bree
and some use it's strength to unwind.
what could be slain in no other way.
Bred to guard that which went astray
and within the great bowels lay.
Slayer and slain all at one time
his death brought all the light to shine.
The first created, then marred
was to be fixed by the second to be
while the third, far from the worst
dealt with those who were not the first.
a warrior great in power.
He brought misery to love again
and in his despair life did sour.
lay the greatest apart from undead
out of sight from where some stand, out of reach as well.
But sacrilege has its reward
and its death is a great story to tell.
the first bearer of one of the three
He fought the dark and besieged his seat
but was undone by the searing heat
bound to the earth but traveled afar
fought by the Dwarves though he killed the king
Finally laid low by one sword's black sting
first they champ then they stamp, then they stand still
made by smith in ages past
given to Elf
before the last of the Last
far beneath the crust of man
tunnels and pits filled with great heat
filled with power as the black enemy's seat
by that seen as silver and gold
flourishing til evil wrought its way
and now there is only silver by night and gold by day
and in the wall it gaped
like the mouth of night
they howl and snarl and shun the light but as mounts and
fighters they aid the dark fight.
and in dreams does he cause his people to see
a counselor who always did favor two
it was all he could do to carry the memories through.
A woman of the night, a bird with a bite
Drawn to a nightinggale by love's found
Slain in loves arms by wolfhound
Free to leave the evil and join the good
to slay the great evil yet slain be
wingless flutters,
toothless bites
mouthless mutters.
a battle by name
the fourth of Beleriand
the world sighs
and from the name "Anfauglith" came
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers, gnaws iron, bites steel
grinds hard stones to meal
was kept in the second from everyone's sight
Soon will it's power be shown as real
when it is set to make the land heal
flew far above them all
till in the battle of which they sing
he lost in the great fall.
to stop the taint from so many beds
and so it came to ravage and it tore
the lives of so many in the war
and after it ravaged and after it slew
men came to realize what they knew
and the name was not war or some such
but a name that itself told so much
King bearer, tree, leather (there might be more)
And tenth by the second,
Third by the third, yet always
thirty by all who reckon.
Told to lift the hearts of the young.
In deed the tale becomes even sweeter
And of his shot more and more songs are sung.
and in its wake death and despair do meet
for it brings surcease and terror all in one
but by a fragrant plant it is undone.
but not so long
it's cut of a jewel
made it's way into song
It sat in glory all alone
Staunch in its fight against the dark
Until foul betrayal extinguished it's great spark.
He alone was wedded once and once more
Slain he was like many of his line
By darkest evil in search of beauty fine.
of hero seeking solace but finding only taunts
Written they say by one of those a bearer
A dream misspeled and holding only terror.
twas granted by royal power
And until it fall it alone held sway
In the days of power it came to a head
taken from the early men some said.
Answer: Believed to be "Adunaic" or "Numenorian".
to move and think and bit slower than most
their power and strength held most at bay
and they were the brunt on the Dark Lords host.
but it was as guardian that the tells were sown
And so the guardian did slay the hunters both man and beast
Yet the good did devour
Til death brought it's own surcease
and tells of those three houses
They who fought the Dark til ne'er lost
who risked all with their brothers no matter the cost
A heroic voyage enable them to survive the dire test
and in return they were given the west.
His name was carved by elven hand
In the city below and books of lore
his artistry would be remembered throughout the land.
Larger and heavier than either of the two.
a great hairy move was made in the third but many didn't agree
And back some went and were gladdened by the dew.
Risk-taker, counselor, schemer
Twice into the bowels of the dark he did go
And by none of the elemental test
was he truly laid low
the light of sun could not find them
they howl and snarl and shun the light
but as mounts and fighters they aid the dark fight
A force that even the Dark Lord fears
A place of shaddows is her home
And our screams are the last sound anyone hears.
Of the tales, the very first
Set down by a Noldorian host
In the Following a theme well versed.
Quendi sired the tales did cry
In the dark out of the light of day,
They used numbers to keep the light at bay.
Yet south of the southern wall
Flowing south then east at it's own behest
To a long joining it does crawl.
With it's own high heights and lower than low places.
It is known from afar that by greater magics it is bound
and that it awaited the return of it's lord's dire graces.
A city once known as Lond Ernil fell to his care.
Having victory there he brought battle to field a gate
And in victory again did he give his daughter to mate.
Yet related was he to the G's
Fought for life and honor for the T's
Yet lost his life to a watery tragedy.
Atop the southernmost and tallest of the high
a place where an eye of seeing did lay,
First sought, then deserted as the years went by.
Selected nevertheless tho not as mighty as some.
A good fellow was he, a lover of tree,
who waited til thirds end to sail o'er sea.
And from it's gate it is said the faithful did sorty
By secret blend
Strength and fear were the cornerstones laid
When they came about near Third Age end.
Terror, pollution, and great evil was what she bred.
Sipping the sap to all our great peril
She helped to cause the light to go dead.
Fighting even the Black Enemy with some success
'Til she was forced to some dark recess
And even now may not be dead.
The seeds of his life from good to evil were sown.
Seated in power in a land of depeest black
he was destroyed ere again and ere again did he come back.
A fate uncertain had this elf lord
One son tortured by blade and thirst
One confined in pit by evil horde
This was the last of its fruit,
Set to be seen higher and higher,
Strong and beautiful was the heart of fire.
Heraldry handed down to be emblazoned on
shield, helmet, and all.
From the sun did he cravenly cower.
A miserable life of full of fearful loss
An extended life, but at what cost?
Following them, ever did follow he
Til he found a peaceful end to his long misery.
Larger and heavier than either of the other two
A great hairy move was made in the third but many did not agree
And back some went and were gladdened by the dew.
There stood a place high in the air
And atop this northernly spire
The smithy's work vent forth it's fire
With tall warders from ages old
It leaves the wonder of silver and gold
To those who would be so foolish and bold.
Yet kept for themselves out of everyones sight,
Used for storage for fortresses around
Not till the fourth would the beauty be found.
A breed apart but always the same
For none could withstand their fiery awe
And they were oft the last any saw.
Last of the line of the third
Untamable was he claimed to be
Until the grey word bade him for battle gird.
Then renamed by he of the third and the first
Its accidents spoke of its black thirst
But too late was its nature seen to be accursed
It survived in the fields the grim onslaught
Bearer of doubt which was broken
Talebringer bearing the token
To others the symbol of hate
Not Doom, eye, gurthang
But a man is known by what he does,
And a hero of vengeance he did sire.
Not farmers or artisans they say
Wary they were, And then where driven away
Into the woods they ran
Far from human eye
Till only the coming of the dark
Made them less shy to have visited since
April 27, 1998
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