Standing in a place of
honor
Hooded in green,
The White Tree in our hearts.
Eyes
on our target.
This time not intending to shoot.
So many have
tried
Just as many have failed.
All wish to die with honor
All wish to die for Gondor
For Ithilien.
Hands clasp
around the wood.
Steady, unyielding.
A thing of power.
A
thing to take away life.
The bow and arrow signify
Becoming a
Ranger.
The pride of Gondor.
Breath is held when something
So strong is in one's hand.
The sharpness of the arrow
Could
cut through chains
But does not yield to our
Excited fingers.
Hearts swell with dignity
With honor, courage and might.
We
will fight
We will defend.
We will die
We will protect.
With our bow and arrow
Burning bright.
