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Minion the Epicron
Minion the Epicron
Nimrodel_301
Legacy Name: Nimrodel_301
The
Reborn CelinoxOwner: Nirnaet
Age: 15 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: May 7th, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 10 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: May 7th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A stare was bound upon her brows,
A light was in her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim and land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
...
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A stare was bound upon her brows,
A light was in her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim and land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
...
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