Temper With Mine

by forthemayqueen

January 25, 2014

The sliver of your soul

That I knew so wholly

Was forged below,

But ever so softly.

And fairly maid,

I cannot help but steal your love,

Or for your life,

Meddle with your heartstone.

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Comments (2)

forthemayqueenJan 28, 2014

It does actually. And yes I meant to spell it that way. Thank you very kindly.

MegaJan 28, 2014

does this have something to do with aragorn and that elfchick?  And did you mean to spell made as "maid"?  Anywho a good read, very middleearthybes.  liked it