by Soriana » 02/03/2011 9:27 AM
Water. And before that, I drank half a cup of jasmine tea to help calm my stomach down. (Oh man, it tasted horrible. More bitter than alcohol. And that was after I'd sweetened it with most of my mom's quart of half-and-half. Yuck. Obviously I'm not a tea drinker. Ah, well. There needs to be some way of distinguishing me from Britain/a large chunk of Europe. XD)
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!one two three four five