Annals of Aman

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Watching height of old
That stood in heat and cold,
To lie now declined,
By weather's ire signed.

Observing top of western kin
Which very few could ever win
By virtue of sheer force,
As famished wolves would growl most hoarse.

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Grace of thine, I beseech,
Lay bare such hollow ditch!
Conquer the evil coven
Wherein lightless void was densely woven.

Envoy, thou art bidden to best
The Iron Crown and lands contest,
For the freeing of hither-folks,
For the undoing of loathsome yokes.

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So light and gracious
Danceth the woodland monarch's precious,
Lifting the spell of doom
Upon elder lands that long to bloom.

So grand a kindred of heaven-sort
Before whom fell the taken fort,
For she's the daughter of Might
And fearsome scourge of wicked wight.

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Halt and fly away,
Ghost of gloom and gruesome grey!
Servants of malice abiding far,
Foes of justice and portentous star.

Avaunt, wraith of dread and shiver!
Thou commandest ogres, but not the river.
Now shall I rouse waters and wrath
To smite thee with hoofs and hinder thy path.

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Ride, fine glaring steed!
Behind dell and cheerless reed
Lurks of dark the slave,
Woken live from sombre grave.

Behold, a bright saviour is drawing near,
Heralding will of the fabled Seer
Who dwells in joy by the peak,
Mending rues of hearts grown weak.

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Put aside the ragged raiment of the poor!
Thou art not to govern moor.
Thy royal kindred began not here,
But yond the Sea, whither long grand ships used to veer.

Ere lands and realms decline,
Accept this fateful quest of thine.
Long and glad have minstrels sung
One for whom harps were wrung.

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Austere visages Men mocked in stone.
Deeds of yore they had once sewn.
Ancient figures of dwindling valour
Hued so vivid with wasting colour.

Ye, mighteous, behold
How darkness grew by hundredfold!
Clouds storm across the hem,
Whence staining vapours creep and stem.

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Grand sire within the reed.
Wise ruler inside the wood.
Counsel he needn't heed
To choose and judge for good.

Upon his rapid steed
He dashes through the green,
Desiring epic deed
That wipes the land so clean.

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Thou hast so long borne
The weight of fearsome doom,
And that thou dost forlorn,
As bogey-spectres loom.

Traitor's hands might claim
Thy precious golden Ring,
Ere thou art its will to tame
And in hollow flame such bane to fling.

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Imperious sight before eyes
Of glaring beauty commanding sighs.
To the Ever-Fair hast thou fared,
Which only fools to battle dared.

Behold, thy wont hath woken wrath!
Beware, for under rocks will end the path
Of those forswearing reason,
Hence wreaking vile their treason.

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Hasten, now, and spread the order
For buoyant knights to grow much bolder.
Fords and rivers we are to wade
To send relief and saving aid.

Gondor needs a friend in war,
Partaking same in woe and gore.
Fell crown, begone!
Victorious deed as coat I don.

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Cry aloud and wide:
Today we chant in pride
The crownless sat anew
On kingly throne of brilliant hue.

Grand monarch of brighter days,
May you rest in songs and lays;
Shall we henceforth hail thee right,
As utmost paladin and knight.

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Timeworn yet hale
Wanders he as northern gale,
Giving counsel of wisdom
To deeply worried fiefdom.

My, so fey a mage,
Deemed potent skilful sage.
A staff he bears and uses well
To lull the winds and tempest quell.

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Winding along, through shires of old,
Bound by heat and ancient cold,
As seas would split the world in two:
Half held by Power, half drowned by rue.

Foundering tides smote not thy course.
Thine ever-blue hath witnessed worse,
While drenching lands and gifting life
On starlit paths of wrenching strife.

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Mayhap shalt thou live to see
The tragic end of oath and plea
Which wrought but doom and foil,
Paired indeed with rusting toil.

Funereal elegy sang and told
Of holy stones and Elven-gold
The very tale betiding,
Faring yond and there abiding.