-glory undimmed-
Lea of Mirkwood
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When night fell over Gondor,
As sky filled dark with cloud
When shadow fell ran over hills
He came by sea, stood tall and proud
With Shining armour glinting in
Faint light shimm'ring off the Sea.
A green stone on his breast did gleam
As e'er he drew near.
He leaped from the prow of his boat
And drew from velvet sheath
Sword of legend long ago
Wrought in forges underneath.
The flame of the West rang sharp and clear
When drawn against forces fell.
Long he fought and long he held
Mordor back at bay.
As lord and king he came from far.
In Northern lands his Dúnedain
Lived as his brothers in swords and arms
All men of Númenor, one kind.
In fair valley of Elvenkind
In garden valley lush and green
Sang he of fair nightingale
Out of song Elf maiden was seen
Eyes bright as stars, skin pale as moon,
Her hair as dark as sky at night
Like a specter drifting o'er sea,
Came she softly in raiment of white.
The met again in Dwimordene
On Cerin Amroth they made a vow
To love forever, though he be mortal and she
Set to sail o'er sea at ship's prow.
He left her there and served in lands
Rohan, Gondor' in disguise
Under Thengel and Ecthelion II
He fought in secret guise.
He kept the north safe from harm
But thinking always of his maiden Arwen
Daughter of Twilight, the heart of the future king
Was given to the evening in fair glen.
When darkness came back in force
And towers rose, with fires burning,
The Shadow grew with wicked blade;
Darkness awakens, weapons forging.
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A/N: -glory undimmed- part two will come quite soon, which tells of the king of Gondor's participation in the Fellowship. Tell me. Crap? Gold? What?