Three races they do make
They must unite for Middle-Earth's sake
A dwarf, an elf, an orphan & King
Come to hear the elves sing
Rivendell! Rivendell!
The Elven Prince so fair and strong
Old & wise…never wrong.
The bearded dwarf, wielding his axe
He alone can watch their backs
The orphaned woman, young at heart
She alone can make 'IT' start
The wisened ranger, now but a King
It is he who must lead them to the spring
A queer group they do make,
Yet they must unite for Middle-Earth's sake
Rivendell! Rivendell!
Only when the time is near
Will they see the mark appear
After that the evil will soon rise
To try and bring Middle-Earth's demise
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Prophesied to happen three years after the War for the Ring of Power
A/N: This was intentionally short to intrigue you. I have an actual chapter in the works, to explain most of everything. Anyway…I hope you guys like the poem…it will play a major part throughout most of the story. Well…I'll try and write fast…reviews are always helpful. =)