A Lament for Haldir of Lorien
Marching over endless fields,
Stopping for little rest,
An army of Elves, who bear no shields,
Marching to their death.
Leading the army, strong and fleet,
Haldir of the Golden Wood.
In front he marches, Orcs to defeat,
Fighting for what is good.
After what seemed like endless years,
They arrive at the stone walls.
Those there marvel at their pointed ears,
From the high stone walls.
So there was cousel at that gate,
With Théoden the King,
To decide their fate,
About such a thing.
Then Haldir spoke in a melodical voice,
To renew the alliance of men and Elves,
Théoden thought about his choice,
And agreed with the Elves.
So there they stood,
On wall so high,
Looking out in the direction of the Golden Wood,
And they all heaved a sigh.
Then battle came,
And likewise rain,
And there they fought the Orcs untame.
To the keep!'
Cried the crownless King,
But Haldir's life those Orcs did reep,
The Elves grieved over this thing.
No more does the sun shine upon his sword,
He dwells no more in Middle-Earth,
He's slain now by Orc-hoard
And over this, the Orcs have mirth.
But he's remembered in Elven Song,
Ambassador of the Golden Wood.
His memory shall be lifelong
Where Haldir of Lorien once stood.
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Hn. Not the best lament in the world, and I'm not what you'd call an Elven songwriter, but it does rhyme and it's to the point. Oh, well. I worked hard on it. I hope you liked it! .
~Mr. Kittlez