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Poems of Gondor
Arwen and Aragorn
Do you remember
When we first met
In Imladris fair
When evil still slept?
Yes, I remember
When the glimpse of your star
I saw beneath the trees
A light from afar
Then you had not cares
That you bear to this day
You were young and untried
Hope and Elfstone were your namesake
And you were fair Luthien
With evening shadows in your hair
The light of the Elder children upon your face
And skin so soft and fair
I loved you then as I love you now
I ask you not to leave
My sadness will be too much to bear
A river will be the tears I weep
Yet the flow of time
Will ne’er to cease
The Doom of Men
Is my release
I see that now
As I never had before
But, Estel, please
Do not pass through the Door
Tis bitter this sorrow
A bane to the heart
But in circles beyond the world
We may meet and never part
That’s a chance too great
For me to contemplate
Why must you leave me
Our love to forsake
I do not forsake it
I leave it in Eru’s grace
Here, take my hand
Undomiel, I’ll always see your face
I take your hand
Your brow I kiss
Estel, I wish, I pray
To be with you in bliss
That may be
Fair Tinuviel of old
But some paths lie in shadows
And some stories still are not told
Then we will tell it together
We will learn the fate of Men
That die and are gone forever
With you, I will face the End
The Rangers of Gondor
Outnumbered they stood on the hillside,
facing down horrible hordes.
"Hardly seems fair," Trey was heard to exclaim
And they all had a laugh at her words.
To the Rangers the numbers meant nothing,
As each was the equal of ten.
And the minions of Mordor were even less threat
Than the least of the races of men.
The gathering gloom in the heavens
Seemed to portend impending defeat.
Not a Ranger showed fear nor a weakened resolve
And they gave not a thought to retreat.
At a signal they all set their stances
And prepared for the evil advance.
The glint and the gleam of their weapons of war
Didn’t offer the minions much chance.
Hyandaner stood with swords readied
As Cuner drew back on their bows.
The Peleconner gripped their axes and grinned
And the tips of the Ehtyar spears rose.
From the flanks flashing movement was spotted
As the Roquen broke on both sides.
The grace of the riders and horses in flight
Filled the rest of the Rangers with pride.
Now the battle was joined and rang fiercely
With the sounds of Gondorian arms
Raining blow upon blow on their enemies’ hides
And routing the sinister swarms.
With the enemy scattered and frightened,
They fearfully looked for their chief.
But the Muinamacar held him firmly in check
Having snuck up on him like a thief.
Not a casualty struck the Rangers,
Minors scratches could not mar success.
And en route to their quarters was heard a fine thought:
"Praise Eru we need not clean their mess!"
The Dúnedain of the North
Long and hard have you struggled
Fighting back pangs of pain and blood
Lands far and wide have you travelled
And hard roads you all have trod
Yet in the end the White City waits
Longing to welcome back its sons
and in the bludgeoning of chance and fate
You shall all be back, with the victory you have won.
Rangers! Rangers!
The road is long and hard!
Yet with strength and courage
We will be victorious, so foes be on guard!
Aragorn
The blood of Númenor flowed in his veins
Though he wore a Ranger's garb
Foul, uncouth, and travel-stained
Wingfoot, they called him; Elessar, Estel
His name meant Hope and Elfstone
Of his fate, even the wise could not tell
Friend of Hobbits, Elves, Wizards, and Men
He was of the Nine Walkers
Isildur's wrongs he sought to mend
E'er he came at Gondor's greatest need
When the battle was nearly lost
Even the dead did him heed
In his Dark Tower, Sauron quailed
For Isildur's heir had risen
His siege of the White City had failed
But Gondor's foes were still not swayed
To the Black Gates, our hero rode
Armed with Andúril and unafraid
Sauron was defeated, the Ring unmade
Peace came to Minas Tirith
On that glorious day
Of the glory of his rule, songs still sing
The people rejoiced, for as was once said
He was their Brother....their Captain....their King!
Alone
Always alone, he walks on the road,
Dressed in his dusted cloak,
His face hidden by his hood,
He walks, alone, in the woods.
Always alone, he travels on the path of Nature,
Along his side he carries Anduril,
Legendary sword that was once called Narsil,
He holds it proudly, the legacy of his ancestors.
Always alone, he guids those who are lost,
Through the forests and the mountains,
He will protect them until the next city,
His name is Strider, he is a Ranger.
Always alone, he sets in the corner of the pub,
He smokes his pipe, lost in his thougths,
He observes four Hobbits, he awaits,
He will protect them.
Always alone, he must face his destiny,
Descendant of the men of Numenor,
He is the king of the White City,
But, he is afraid at the error of his ancestor.
Always alone, he must overcome his anguish,
He is the heir of Isildur,
But he will resist the Ring,
He would have destroyed it.
Now, he is no more alone,
Surrounded by his friends,
He fights for Middle-Earth,
Ready to give his life for the freedom of people.
Now, he is no more alone,
As he passes through the gates of the City,
His Steward is next to him,
The King of Minas Tirith is back.
Now, he is no more alone,
Sitting on his throne,
Next to him is Arwen Evenstar,
He is King Elessar, he is King Aragorn!
Haiku
Soon he would be King
a simple ranger was he
Strider he was called
A friend to many
his destiny he followed
helping on the way
Wit, wisdom and strength
clothed in honor and intrigue
Aragorn emerged
Arwen and King Elessar, by Michael Kaluta
Arwen
Of fair Arwen, my tale I tell
The fairest daughter of Dirhael
She wanders through this land so far
The loveliest maid,
My "Wandering Star".
Her judgements just, was never fooled
And with her Aragorn, she did rule
And when their love was never more,
She wandered off to Eriador.
A hundred years her star did shine,
A light in our darkness, and a love so divine.
Her beauty no more, or so they tell,
She was to me, my Undómiel.
Arwen's Dilemma
| The Decision of Arwen, by B. Ellis de Jong |
The choice between mortal and immortal life
Has never been one easy to make.
This choice before Undómiel stands;
She must decide which path she will take.
Should she choose a mortal life,
Her family will be lost to her.
She could not go across the Sea,
Instead must stay in Middle-Earth.
Mortality, however, means
She will not leave Elessar's side,
Will see two great lands rise once more,
And watch her children grow with pride.
In staying with Aragorn,
She'll see her people fade away;
Making the choice of Lúthien,
She never will go to Eressëa.
This decision Arwen made,
To tread the path of Lúthien;
Choosing to live a mortal life
With Aragorn as her Beren.
Arwen and Aragorn
Fairest beauty on earth she was,
Beauty unchanged, though time did pass.
Jewel of the Eldar, in dark days,
And long would others sing of her in lays.
Undómiel she was called, Evenstar,
And her jewelled radiance spread far.
Yet hidden she was, and unseen by Men,
Except by one that himself did send.
Aragorn, Dunadan, descendant of Westernesse,
And of all glory and honour of old bereft.
A lonely life as a Ranger he led,
And through many paths did he tread.
Yet in Imladris their paths met,
And he thought it was a dream the minstrels set.
Enraptured by Arwen Undómiel,
He had found his Tinúviel.
In Caras Galadhon they plighted their troth,
And all the Elves were sad and wroth.
Yet she lived with him after the Ring,
And in Minas Tirith did the Bards sing.
Yet in the end, her Elessar died,
And with him went her soul, and she cried.
For an end had come to her now mortal life,
Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn's wife.
Eärendil's Return
| Earendil the Mariner, by Ted Nasmith |
On a cliff-top near the sea
A young girl walked, watching the water
For any sign of a ship or a sail
That would signal the return of her long lost father
Then on the horizon there came a shape
That brought a smile to the young girl's face
Her father had returned from parts unknown
The ship soon docked with an air of grace
The sails were of silver cloth
The wood shone with a golden light
She ran to the docks, then stopped in awe
A star on the mast was shining bright.
The girl came closer, watching the ship
Wondering if she was in a dream
A man disembarked and smiled at her
As an angel he did seem
"Who are you?" the young girl asked
Looking at him, her voice sounding shrill
"Do not be afraid, little one," said he.
"My name is Eärendil."
"I am here for but a short time"
He said. "Soon I must leave once more.
But I could never go far away
From this, the 'Hither Shore'"
The girl looked up and saw the light
From the star was brighter now.
Eärendil saw it too and sighed.
"I fear I must take my leave... but how
Can I leave without leaving something behind?"
He looked down, then at the girl.
"I will leave you my story, young one." He said.
"So that you can tell the world."
The young girl nodded, smiling now.
She said "I promise to tell the tale, sir."
And to all the places I will go
They'll hear of Eärendil the Mariner."
He took her hand, and told the story
And she listened, learning it by heart
He finished then and smiled once more.
"Now, little one, I must depart."
"But remember your promise, my little friend!"
He said as he set sail into the sky.
"I will" she replied. "You have my word
That your story will never die!"
| Faramir, by Anke-Katrin Eissman |
Faramir
This is the tale of a valiant man
Faramir of Gondor he was called
He was kind, yet stern
Keen-eyed and swift
Fair and just to one and all.
He was the son of a Steward
The youngest of two brothers
His was the dream that led Boromir away
He roamed in Ithilien
Captain of the Rangers
Under the forest eaves guarding the old highway
He was honest and true
Never faltered from his path
The blood of Numenor flowed in his veins
He met two Halflings
Took them to the cave
But from the power of the Ring he chose to refrain
Wounded in battle by a Nazgul arrow
The Black Breath held him under its sway
He lay in a fever
Never waking nor sleeping
Then his father tried to take his life away
Saved by Mithrandir from the pyre
He was taken away to the Houses of Healing
There he lay under their care
until he was touched by the hands of the King
Then he woke and regained his strength
In the gardens of the Houses he walked alone
'Twas there he met Eowyn, White Lady of Rohan
Together they stood on the walls of stone
He took the staff
Became Steward of Gondor
And was given the Princedom of Ithilien
He acompanied the King
To Theoden's funeral
And there was he married to his lady Eowyn
Ranger am I 
I sit by the fire,
Look up at the sky.
I live in the wilderness;
Ranger am I..
Though I come from a city,
My home is in the wild.
Guarding people always,
Through weather stormy and mild..
My horse sleeps near to me,
My hound by the fire.
The flames leap up
Showing shadows in the briar..
I lay down on the ground,
And hear the night’s lullaby.
This is where I belong;
Ranger am I.
By Treyan Andune
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