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The most beautiful city on the middle-Earth,
It's was highly acclaimed,
The Noldor Elf mighty and strong,
In the land were Reigned,
Then Tuor was sent by
The lord of the and sea,
To the people of Gondolin,
to fight or flee.

But he was stubborn,
"That I not do!".
He had to love his city,
And the of Morgoth he knew.

The was discovered,
And sent his legions,
Orc warriors the fire-drakes,
Led by the demons.

appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell,
The way was now clear, the Elven halls,
The orcs of such hatred into the breach,
With scimitars stabbed both man and beast.

The Noldor Elf advanced with of wrath,
And the kindred of the tree-bravely fought,
The blows from hammers, The dint of their clubs,
The orcs fell like but this was not enough.

The lord of the Balrogs his demons,
and for the folk of the hammer.
They fled in terror rather of craft,
in the plain they all gathered.
But a fire-drake was loosed them-
In the house of the they died.
Still it is that each Elf of the hammer,
Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for own.

Gothmog drove the dragons the cities heart,
Orcs and Noldor under the confusion.
The cold-drakes to tear the streets apart.
The Noldor to realise the battle they'd lose.

The most beautiful built on middle-Earth,
It's splendour was highly
The Noldor Elf grew and strong.
In the land Turgon reigned,
But now it lay to ruins,
As the devoured its insides,
The last hope for the Elves who
Was to run and and hide.

But Turgon was a king-
"That I not do!",
He stayed to die the city,
The one he knew.