A/N: OK, so someone forgot to tell Arwen that she wasn't marrying a poet. Hopefully Aragorn didn't need poetry to rule a kingdom!
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How long must I keep myself
Away from thee?
How hard must I prove myself
Worthy of thee?
I'm leaving, you know, and may
Never return.
It's a dangerous mission:
A quest, you see,
To destroy Dark Lord Sauron
And golden ring.
A Fellowship, to Mordor,
Will go with me
To the fires of Mount Doom, Oh!
That evil place;
And there will we cast in said
Furnace the Ring.
And after that, who knows what
Will pass? Life Death?
Middle Earth will never be
The same again.
But If all goes well, a great
King, I will be.
And then, I pray, your father
Will finally
Grant me your hand, and I will
Make you my queen.