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Walküre:
Well-wishing sign that wanes not


We lost confidence and hope, once,
In the darkest night, by foulness populated,
Above, at the heavens immortal we turned our gaze,
We then beheld beauty that wanes not, resilient and piercing the fumes of the Black Land, past darkness, unto our very hearts.

Walküre:
Gracious maiden, you shall live and go through this war


Gracious maiden of the heath, long you have suffered and cold winters withstood, stout and vigilant in the worst hour of mine, when I failed and my thoughts prey of the cunning wizard fell,
Awoken I was! Free to breathe air and to manage my kingdom as the true monarch would rightly do,
We have the chance to end evilness in this marred earth, and before the gates of the White City our doom shall be given plain shape,
Be the battle ill, you shall reign in my place, wise lady of Rohan, but certain I am that you shall live to see brighter days and pass through this war.

Walküre:
Beloved and revered


Seldom has the Elf-kind so much loved one and in any case revered with the most pious awe a being of Arda,
Most loyal among the Children the Elves are, for higher rules they comprehend and feel theirs,
The imperative decree of the Ancient King they deem just and never-faltering,
Yet, they worship the Queen of Valinor in different manner, as she is hope itself which was made not to vanish, imperishable light that kindles halls of void since the very first dawn.

Walküre:
Get back, fell wraith!


Away with you, fell wraith!
You and your foul mount shall pay grave toll,
Should you dare lay a hand on the wounded king,
Nor will riders withdraw their charge, for the armies of hell are to be stomped under glorious hooves and be disbanded astray and amok, rendering this realm of Men clear and free.

Walküre:
Some wizard's pupil


Captain of Gondor, may your father's words be of no ill dismay for you, as though venomous envy and much grudge pronounced them indeed,
For I am sure that your father loves what you are and are destined to be,
No pale reflection you are of your glorious brother of buoyant spirit, lying your deep strength elsewhere than where it is normally found,
Your wit is keen and wise as the one of a regent of might, not just some wizard's pupil, and one may divine that your quality shall be in the epilogue of tales acknowledged for good.

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