[HerenIstarion]

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.


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Kemen-ungol was a maiden brave
Of her no man have seen the grave
The first to die of darkling spell
The first to pass beyond the knell

Her thread was fast, her webs were bright
The glittering hair and eyes of light
The love she wove, the knitter true
The truth, the beauty, gold on blue

And so the envy, hatred long
Have sent the death to maiden strong
The windy plains of Shadow land
Still cover grave with dust and sand