Darkening of Mirkwood Poems

A goodly portion of tonight's game can be summed up by two poems by Simon Rogers/Nolwe the High Elf.

There once was a cowardly wight,
He saw a high elf and took flight,
He stepped into the Sun,
And started to run,
And faded away in the light.

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Sleep ancient kings,
Let your thoughts wander to the West,
Where the flower of Numenor lies,
In the caves of the Forgotten.
Rest your crowned heads,
Dream of royal courts and treasure,
The golden years of your glory,
Before you met your mortal end.