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

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

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

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

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

The lord of the gathered his demons,
and for the folk of the hammer.
They fled in rather than of craft,
Down in the plain all gathered.
But a was loosed upon them-
In the house of the they died.
Still it is sung each Elf of the hammer,
Took the lives of seven to pay for their own.

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

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

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