Now this is a story all about how
The Elven race got moved around
And it’ll take a couple hours so just sit tight
I’ll recount a tale of Eru Ilúvatar’s might
In Cuiviénen awoken and raised
But Valinor was where we spent most of our days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And forging Yavanna’s light into our most precious jewels
When a couple of Ainur who were up to no good
Launched a devious attack on our luminous wood
Fëanor’s dad got offed and he made a rash vow
He called upon the Noldor: return to Middle Earth now!
The Valar begged and pleaded with the Elvenfolk to stay
But half of us packed our bags and went to Alqualondë
We got in one little fight, some of us slew our kin
So Dread Mandos appeared to denounce our sin
Well some turned back but the rest kept marching
Till afar in the distance we saw a torching
When we knew the ships burnt, quoth Galadriel:
If we wanna make it home we have to go through Hel
CARAXË,
turned out that Fëanor’s fate had been grim
And his eldest was imprisoned on Thangorodrim
But the bad blood was gone when my cuz rescued him
He just flew up the peak and gave his limb a trim
I made friends with the dwarves, I found bros among men
If the orcs liked to sing I’d have made friends with them
I established Nargothrond, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Beler[iand]

















