Author's notes: All of the bolded words are from The Fellowship of the Ring and I do not own them. To anyone who reads this, "happy reading!"
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The Fall of Gil-galad
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the mountains and the sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heavens field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

He marched to death on shadowed slope,
he rode away to guard bright hope;
Elendil beside him strode with pride,
His sword in hand, prepared to die.

For seven years they fought and led,
their fierce army which dwindled and bled,
But onward they went, voices lifted in song,
during the siege, all the days long;

"For Gild-galad, high-king, bright star of radiance!
For Elendil, elf-friend, wielder of Narsil!"

The long years passed full of danger and wrath,
Enemies of the pair quaked in their path,
at last the day came when the One drew his sword,
adorned with riches, a black, fallen Lord.

The trio did battle in the chaos which spread,
the very earth shook, and filled with dread,
the sky tore open above the battle below,
and the fair folk all felt the darkness grow.

With a cry Gil-galad leapt, long lance in hand,
Elendil, he joined with sword, ready to stand;
the Dark One just smiled with evil intent,
to taunt and to tire them, till the two warriors were spent.

Long did they battle with strength and with wit,
Until finally the Dark One was hit,
By Isildur, clad in silver bright,
Who had taken Narsil's glinting hilt
which had flashed through the enemy's hand in the night.

Gil-galad and Elendil, each gave a pained sigh,
mortally wounded they prepared to lie
forever on the bloodied land,
legends will forever tell of their last stand.

Their followers kneeled down and wept,
for their noble leaders who now slept
with the kings and heroes in the old lore,
who had long ago passed through death's door,

as one the all mourners sang;

"For Gil-Galad, high king! Fallen star forever lost!
For Elendil, elf-friend may he be remembered with great honor!"

Author end notes: Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters from the Lord of the Rings, all names, mentioned such as Gil-galad, and Elendil all belong to him.
I made up the "Dark One." And you might have recognized "Fallen star." Also I know that my style became distinctly different in the end but I'm not Tolkien.