One Last Thing

It was as I had been asked,

A council I must attend.

Ride all day, ride all night.

This council will have an end.

The golden ring,

Possessor of men,

Isildur's Bane,

Wicked hand to tend.

Duty, honor, bravery,

Truth, courage, trust,

That was what he was saying to me,

And I listened, for I must.

The sky darkens,

And now the cold wind howls,

My eyes begin to close,

As the pitch night embowls.

No trumpet to call me home,

Echoing on the morning breeze,

No white tower, standing tall.

No flags fluttering with ease.

A promise he has made me,

My city will not fall.

I trust him, yes I trust him,

For my white tower, standing tall.

He will protect them,

This Ranger from the North,

I know now that it is right,

This has become the right course.

It grows to cold now,

Little can I now see,

I can hear the horns blowing,

Trumpets sounding triumphantly.

A promise he has made me,

and now there is one last thing,

I leave it all to you,

My brother, my captain, my king.