400 Years

Age of the dwindling light whispers in the starry night Tengwar's swords Forged within and comes afar a man of might Four Hundred years of Elven glory live on to tell the tragic story in the hand and blood of Elrond Gondolin's glory and magical will watching beyond the hidden hills outposts to keep the foes at bay Maeglin's treachery from within Rumors of the jealous traitors and of the love that betrayed her gave birth to the fraternal fires now warned by the dead on the pyres Foreshadowed with a premonition Idril's seer came to fruition beauty beyond the havens grey murdered by a traitor's volition Sons of the proud hidden stone city battling on to stay forever free no quarter given to the Orcs plenty and aided by the men of the white Wing The walls are high and strong reigning true and everlong blowing the high-guardian flutes defending nigh the Elven roots The walls are high and strong reigning true and everlong blowing the high-guardian flutes defending nigh the Elven roots Secrets in the dimming halls seven gates are standing tall but generations become memory destroyed by Morgoth's thrall Torn apart in plight and envy Maeglin's hatred and gluttony casting out the reputation in the fallen city's travesty Clashing swords and clubs and slings full of sadness and no one sings only strife and wrought with fire foul smoke climbing ever higher A place now only in smoldering ruins