mutuals please be aware i am singing a song of valinor that the noldor made of old before strife was born among the sons of finwë and my voice is ringing in the mournful hollows that have never heard before aught save cries of fear and woe
besties i hear you singing amidst your torment and i am climbing to the foot of the precipice where you hang, only to weep at the sight of the cruel device of morgoth









