The most beautiful city built on the middle-Earth,
It's splendour was highly acclaimed,
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and
strong,
In the land were Turgon Reigned,
Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo-
The lord of the ocean and sea,
To tell the people of
Gondolin,
Prepare to fight or flee.
But Turgon he was stubborn,
"That will I not do!".
He had grown to love his
city,
And the terror of Morgoth he knew.
The city was discovered,
And Morgoth sent his legions,
Orc warriors with the
fire-drakes,
Led by the Balrog demons.
They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell,
The way was now clear,
Through the Elven halls,
The orcs of such hatred poured into the breach,
With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast.
The
Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath,
And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought,
The blows from their hammers, The dint of
their clubs,
The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough.
The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons,
and made for the
folk of the hammer.
They fled in terror rather than of craft,
Down in the plain they all gathered.
But a fire-drake was loosed
upon them-
In the house of the hammer they died.
Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer,
Took the lives of seven orcs to
pay for their own.
Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart,
Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion.
The cold-drakes
began to tear the streets apart.
The Noldor began to realise the battle they'd lose.
The most beautiful city built on
middle-Earth,
It's splendour was highly acclaimed'
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong.
In the land were Turgon reigned,
But
now it lay akin to ruins,
As the fire devoured its insides,
The last hope for the Elves who lived-
Was to run and flee and
hide.
But Turgon was a noble king-
"That will I not do!",
He stayed to die with the city,
The only one he
knew.