The Ballad of Huron and Cirdan

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The Ballad of Huron and Cirdan

In a realm of ancient lore and mystic might,

Two elven warriors prepared for a fateful fight,

Huron and Cirdan, with valor intertwined,

Stood against the Necromancer, Thalgrim unkind.



Huron, a warrior bold, his spirit ablaze,

With blade in hand, he sought to amaze,

But the darkness, it whispered, it lured him astray,

As Thalgrim's sword swept Huron away.



Yet Cirdan, steadfast and loyal, he stood his ground,

With determination in his eyes, a warrior renowned,

He saw his fallen comrade, his heart filled with grief,

And vowed to avenge, Thalgrim’s life to make brief.



With a swift and nimble grace, Cirdan unleashed,

His crossbow singing, bolts piercing the beast,

He fought with the fury of a tempest's might,

Defending his fallen comrade, shining through the night.



The bolt flew swift, finding its mark,

Thalgrim stumbled, his strength began to stark,

With a final surge of power, Cirdan's aim proved right,

Thalgrim fell, vanquished, defeated in the fight.



In the annals of elven history, their tale remains,

Of Huron's fall and Cirdan's victorious reins,

A testament to friendship, valor, and might,

As Cirdan defended his captain with all his light.​