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By the ka of your godess, A magic philtre was promised.
By the awe of your planet, A light out of gamut. By creed a vanimelda majesty, A fairy out of a foreign galaxy.

And there you must delve, An ancient weapon you seek, It was crafted by elf in First Age,
by a creek…

Take the find on your quest, The god of war you shall face, Let it shine by your chest, Or you’ll get lost in his maze…

Desipher this riddle, Uncover the “it”, Which shines in earth-middle, And soon…perhaps in a bit: "The shape of his heart", You will "_ _ _ _ _" with it.