Of Elves, By Men
The crystal healing of a pheonix tear,
the bow and arrow that pierces the skin,
your ice cold blade, that makes them tremble in fear,
your mystic spells, that make them feel the cold within.
Of Men and Himself, By Aragorn
I fear not death or pain.
We must win and they must die.
We have our lively freedoms to gain,
without victory mankind will fry.
Of Aragorn, By Elrond
His evil greatness against the greater good,
the light of the sun versus the darkness deep as hell.
You must do what every one doubted you could,
pick up the pieces your ancestors left when they fell.
Of Aragorn, By Arwen
Be strong my immortal prince and king.
I have seen our wedding, your death, my son.
I still do not understand what you fight for, this thing.
Is it love? Is it strength? Is it peace you have won?
