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Ere iron was found or tree was hewn,
When young was mountain under moon;
Ere ring was made, or wrought was woe,
It walked the forests long ago. | |
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
A back that bent beneath its load;
A trumpet-voice, a burning brand
A weary pilgrim on the road. | |
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back. | |
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people... | |
...What be you a-thinking of?
You should not be waking.
Eat earth! Dig deep!
Drink water! Go to sleep! | |
...Seldom have walked the feet of Men,
Few mortal eyes have seen the light
That lies there ever, long and bright... | |
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together! | |
Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells. | |
His sword was long, his lance was keen
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield. | |
O slender as a willow-wand!
O clearer than clear water!
O reed by the living pool!
Fair River-daughter! | |
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...The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls... | |
Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk,
and the bright hair flowing? | |
A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven-glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast... | |
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry.
There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword,
they to the water brought... | |
...Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say. | |
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor! | |
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering. | |
Alive without breath;
as cold as death;
never thirsting, ever drinking;
clad in mail, never clinking. | |
Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees! | |
When the black breath blows
and death's shadow grows
and all lights pass...
...Life to the dying in the king's hand lying! | |
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