by Elemmíre
At old Sarn Ford, as the night was waning,
On the twenty-second day of Ivanneth,
The Rangers stood, though their hearts were quaking,
For the dawn before them was thick with death.
Then Celebrindor from Ost Eledhrin
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry:
"Arm, arm," he cried, "for I've come to lead you;
To guard the Shire we'll fight or die."
They held their ground 'gainst the coming Nazgûl,
But over their hearts crept a growing dread;
And in their terror their hearts misgave them,
And to their Captain they northward fled.
Yet still some Rangers did bar Sarn Ford,
And held it closed till the day was done.
For Celebrindor from Ost Eledhrin
Rallied together the garrison.
At old Sarn Ford, as the night was falling,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back;
And at the river they died together,
To guard the Shire from fell attack.
Eru grant you glory, brave Celebrindor;
We toast to you and to all your men,
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the North again.
Ivanneth: September; Celebrindor: named after the 5th king of Arthedain; Ost Eledhrin: roughly "town of the exiles"
For music and original lyrics, please see 'Boulavogue': contemplator(dot)com ireland boulavog html
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction, and the characters, settings, places and languages, save those that are original to me, belong to the Tolkien Estate. I am merely playing in their most august sandbox.