Who made me?
Telchar made me.
"Fire of Aulë,
grant your power,"
He spoke the words that
woke my light.
The smith's blow fell
on flaming steel,
The blade of the Sun
and the Moon.
Who blooded me?
Dior blooded me.
In the Thousand Caves
in the last defense
Blood flowed red and
hot
When Thingol's Heir
slew Fëanor's son
With the blade of the
Sun and the Moon.
Who saved me?
Elwing saved me.
From Doriath's ruin
the Elven host fled;
Three treasures they
bore from that place of death:
Fair Elwing, king's
daughter; the bright Silmaril;
And the blade of the
Sun and the Moon.
Who chose me?
Elros chose me.
To Westernesse he bore
me, to the Land of Gift,
And when to darkness
the kings fell
The Faithful Lords
wielded me yet,
The blade of the Sun
and the Moon.
Who lost me?
Elendil lost me.
In victory he fell and
quenched my light.
His son cut the Ring
from Sauron's hand
With the broken shard
of my keen edge,
The blade of the Sun
and the Moon.
Who cherished me?
Valandil cherished me.
From king to king I
passed, from son to son,
When all other
heirlooms were lost,
The promise of a
kingdom remade,
The blade of the Sun
and the Moon.
Who shall reforge
me?
Who shall he be?
Who shall be the king
restored?
Who shall lead the host
of Men?
Who shall wield the
flame of the West,
The blade of the Sun
and the Moon?