This was inspired by the Lord of the Rings. All credit for the world and the characters goes to J.R.R. Tolkien.
The Rangers' Questions - Lullaby
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
Where is my father? I see him
so little.
He asks his mother. I wish I could
tell him,
but he is too young. This is the
hardest question.
His father is out a wandering. Will I
see him again?
I do not know. Each time he returns
could be the last.
And I would never know his fate.
There are too many dangers in the
Wild.
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
Who are we? A village of women
and children,
few men to be seen?
I tell him of our history, our long,
proud past.
The duties we have taken on,
protecting the people of our old
realm, unknowing.
Fewer and fewer there are, but still
we fight
against the orcs, the trolls and the
other enemies
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
Where did we come from?
So scattered now, hidden wanderers.
As he grows, he'll learn of the great
deeds
of the earlier Ages, of Numenor and
ruined Arnor,
vanished into the grass.
Of Gondor, still fighting strong on
the borders of
the Enemy's land. It is a strong and
proud history.
History that shapes us still today.
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
What do we do? Asks a young boy
holding a wooden sword.
We protect the people of Arnor,
although Arnor is no more.
Although the capital and all our
cities are in ruins.
This is the duty of the King.
They are farmers, crafters, villagers.
Not soldiers.
One day, you too will go out and join
this duty.
The duty we have taken on unasked.
We still protect, for the forces of
Sauron are still there.
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
Why do we do it? My sons are
older now,
Back from their first stints in the
Wild.
Unthanked, feared and saddened.
I remind them of honor, of duty, of
the future,
for we fight to mantain hope.
For the villagers, simple folk that
they are.
One day, one day, hope will come
again,
and the great evils will be defeated.
After that day, the ruins of our
cities will be rebuilt.
This I tell you as I have been told.
Down through the years
my sons ask the same questions.
Learning our long history.
Wondering about their future.
The years pass, but the questions
remain
Questions you will answer for your
children too.