in honor of the last day of mermay:
gil galad was a swordfish king, of him the harpers sadly sing: the last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea.
his legs were long, his bill was keen, his shining fin afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven's sails were mirrored in his silver scales.
but long ago he swam away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for past the halls has claimed his soul fish-galad, son of plothole.












