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(ΰΌΊ π‹πŽπ“π‘ ΰΌ») Mithrandir – The Flame of the Istari

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β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β• MITHRANDIR – THE FLAME OF THE ISTARI π‹πŽπ“π‘ - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•ƒπ•–π•˜π•–π•Ÿπ•• 𝕆𝕗 π”Ύπ•’π•Ÿπ••π•’π•π•— β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β• Β΄Β΄π•Šπ–•π–Šπ–†π–, π–‹π–—π–Žπ–Šπ–“π–‰, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–Šπ–“π–™π–Šπ–—Β΄Β΄ β‹˜β”β”β”β” β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━⋙ They came to Moria... They did not know... What darkness slept beneath their feet.. But I... I remembered. β‹˜β”β”β”β” β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━━━━━ β˜ΎΰΌ“β˜½ ━━━━⋙ βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ We walked the halls carved deep in stone, Where silence clung to flesh and bone. The drums awoke And shadows came. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ A demon born of smoke and flame… The old world gave it one dark name... Balrog... βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ I faced it on the Bridge of Dread, Where even hope had long since fled. The beast of fire unleashed its wrath And there I stood, to hold the path. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ "YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ Staff to stone, I struck the lineβ€” And both of us began to fall through time. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ We fell through fire, through ash, through screams, Through shattered roots and broken dreams. I fought in dark, where no light played, Where even stars had fled and swayed. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ "We scorched the void, we cracked the deep… I burned… I sank… I could not sleep." βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ But then... the fire became a light. The dark recoiled from something bright. They clothed me in white, And gave me a new name... βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ "I am... that which was sent back." βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ I rose where fire could not remain, A whisper now in wind and flame. The grey was goneβ€” And white remained. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ "I came to guide, to guard, to standβ€” The flame of hope in mortal hand." βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ I found them lost, afraid, unsureβ€” In lands where light was faint and pure. A hobbit's heart held all our fate, And so I stood… to guard that weight. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ "I was the hand that bore the flame, The voice that knew each ancient name. Not to rule, nor lead by swordβ€” But light the path with wiser word." βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ I stood against shadow, I fell with flame, I returnedβ€” But never the same. βœ¦β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”ΰΌΊΰΌ»β”β”β”β”β”β”β”β”βœ¦ And so… I walk once more. β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•β•β•β•β–£β—Žβ–£β•β•β•