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Born within the forest's depths,
Where once the Dark Lord's evil slept
Son and heir of Mirkwood's king
Clad in cloak of brown and green.
Keen of eye and true of heart,
With the other eight I take my part.
Nine whose hearts are Brave and True
Shall do what they set out to do!
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No stranger place to find myself,
Than bound by fellowship -- to an Elf!
Yet even that can't stay my hand,
I shall go forth to Mordor-land.
An axe shall serve the Quest of Quests
And to wield an axe, a Dwarf is best!
To stand and fight the Nine Who Ride,
To stand together side by side!
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Strider with a broken sword,
Wizard-friend and exiled Lord,
A Rohan-rider I have been;
And battled evil things unseen.
Yet even in the darkest wild,
My thoughts stray back to Elrond's child.
Nine whose hearts are True and Brave
Shall speed the One Ring on its way!
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