[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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One snaga-lad, an orkish-slave
Fought well yet was not lain to grave
One of the thousands slain in war
Defender of his Dark Lord’s door

He had no name, but only rank
Into the marshes there he sank
Where ages since The Bearer came
Upon One Eye to play the game

His face The Bearer in water saw
And shied his candle burning low;
For one to fear the Sun and Light
Now shimmered with peril through the night.