Make a limerick each about amrod and amras
There once was a dwarf named Amrod
Who loved to mine for precious gold
He dug deep in the earth
For all that it's worth
And his pockets were always quite bold
There once was an elf named Amras
Whose aim with a bow was top-class
He shot with such skill
His targets stood still
And his enemies ran away fast
Make two more
There once was a guy named Amrod
Whose cooking was truly a god
He whipped up gourmet dishes
With flavor so delicious
And left all his guests feeling awed
There once was a gal named Amras
Whose talent for singing was vast
She hit every high note
With a powerful throat
And her voice was sure to surpass
Make limerick about amras and amrod from the silmarillion. Preferably about their roles in the 3rd kinslaying.
Amrod and Amras, twins of flame bright
Marched to battle in Valor's fight
In the Third Kinslaying, they rode
With their kin, on paths dangerous, they strode
A tragic end for the sons of Feanor, their light.
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Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
So wild, so free
Thine music is the best to me.
My heart rests at the side of thee
Contented and peacefully.
Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
So free, deep
At night thine waves lull me to sleep.
Forgive me, please, my treacherous deeds
Done against those who dwelt beside thee.
Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
So deep, so clear
I no longer rest so peacefully here.
I tell thee now my deepest fear:
That the end of my father's House draws near
Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
Thine waves do sigh
And beside the now I openly cry.
For all but one of my brothers have died
And I fear his end soon draws nigh
Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
Ulmo, master of water, lord of the sea!
Now, hear me, please
And answer my plea;
Of this Oath, this Curse, shall I ever be free?
Oh, the sea, my sea, my dearest sea!
So wild, so free
Thine music is still the best to me,
But my spirit wanders at the side of thee
Restless, now, and uneasily.
Beside the sea, my sea, my dearest sea.
I have been doomed to wander upon these shores
Unable to pass on to Valinor.
Tell me please Namo, my lord,
Have I been doomed to wander forevermore?