Note: Yet another song of Rohan. This tells the tale of Folcred and Fastred, the sons of Folcwine King of the Mark, who went to Gondor to fight against the Haradrim in answer to the Steward Turin II's call for aid.
Disclaimer: Folcwine, Folcred, Fastred, Turin II, the Haradrim, Gondorians, Rohan, the Poros, Harad, Gondor, and a whole bunch of other things belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. No mumakil were harmed in the writing of this song.
Folcred
and Fastred
-by
Elwen Aiwelinde
Hearken
now, hear me, how it began
"Folcwine, foul news," spake
friends from the south.
The Steward, Turin, was sending for aid.
Oaths
now to honor, oaths to fulfill.
Folcred and Fastred, fain would
they go.
Hatred
and hunger, Haradrim foul
Black serpent, bloody, blew on the
wind
Foul men and fell men, foes by the score
Scores of scores,
southrons, surrounding our friends
Folcred
and Fastred, fain would they go.
Aetheling
and aetheling, oaths did recall
A thousand thanes bold thronged at
their sides.
To Poros, wide Poros, pledged to defend
Red wrath
arising, rode they to fight
Folcred
and Fastred, fain would they go.
From
Munburg the mighty, men brave and bold
With
Turin the Steward took to the field.
"Hold
now the crossings, hold now!" he cried.
With
men of the Stoningland, men of the Mark
Folcred
and Fastred, fain would they stand.
Wave
upon wave of warriors bold
Fell
in the fray, foam running red
The
black serpent fell, bloodied and torn
Driven,
defeated, in dread southrons ran
Folcred
and Fastred, fain would they stand.
Where
is the rider, where is the horse?
Where
are the sons, the sons of the king?
Red
is the flood that runs to the sea.
There
at the Poros, there at the ford
Folcred
and Fastred fast did they stand.
Oaths
were remembered, oaths did not fail
Brotherhood
bound them, bonds deep and true
Twins
at their birthing, twins at their death
High
raise their mound, Haudh in Gwanur.
Folcred
and Fastred fealty kept.