to a time when poems had the power to steal a heart,
to a time when a touch on the hand meant purest love,
and we were content.
For Ereinion, on his ninth birthday.
Author: Darth Fingon
Completion: Work in Progress
Era: 1st Age
Last Updated: 02/04/07
Original Post: 11/07/06
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