Disclaimer: Much though I might wish to own the Rangers of the North, yet, alas! I do not.
I stand among the rustling trees,
my ear cocked to the whisp'ring breeze,
to watch and wait, alert and still,
for foul or fell to cross my will.
Before me Eriador's open land;
behind me, still on my command,
my faithful friend who bore me far
on this our never-ending war.
But two days hence a warg I fought,
'ere that, the brutish orcs that brought
it here, and now I stand to ward
all evil from this land we guard.
Sword at my hip, bow on my back,
a dagger, two, in belt and pack,
my wits I have, my skill, my steed,
and little else to do this deed.
I am a Ranger of the North;
two thousand years we've sallied forth,
my people brave, to hold this land;
forever here I, too, will stand.
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