"Imladris"
(Aragorn)

Though I was born to be a king,
A crown of gold set on my brow,
At times I wonder as I sleep,
Who are the real heroes now?

As I lie dreaming in my bed
Of linen or of forest leaves,
Another soul is cursed by Fate,
Caught in the winding web she weaves.

The world was never mine to save,
Nor his to rule from gilded throne.
Yet I my armies 'round me keep
While he must face his foes alone.

Then as my sore heart yearns for him,
No longer proud I feel the strain,
I flee in dreams from blood-bathed fields
And go to Imladris again.

The days I knew when I was young
And sheltered by the wooded hills!
They call to me, they sing to me
Until the world around me stills.

Fair Imladris, my father's home,
Boughs ever green through winter's cold,
Last homely house where I was raised,
Where dwell all stories ever told!

Though I was born to be a king,
From towers to keep my kingdom free,
No palace could I make my home,
For that Imladris e'er shall be.

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