Laielinwen – Our Friend For All Time

We held vigil as she clung to life
Without her what would we do?
We hugged and cried and lamented
But rejoiced when she finally pulled through.

Her parties were always Spamtastic
With Monty Python and his Grail
Of an armless Black Knight and Arthur
With Finger puppets Laie told us the tale.

In the Cart Races she reigned supreme
With Naith she made her mark
They wrote of the Cyrstal Dragon
On our hearts there is forever a mark.

The Royal Master Healer
She kept the White City in line
She wielded a bow and wrote poetry
Her words were always sublime.

She remains a Steward of Gondor
She will always walk our Halls
If not in body, then in Spirit
Within the White City Walls.

In us resides a beauty
That longs to be exposed
She would not let it rest
I twill not stay reposed

A woman of such fairness
Whose likeness won’t be seen
Through ages of the ageless
That beauty was our Queen

For care and comfort you really stood
To people you so much meant
Our Queen; she gave us all she could
Even when her powers were spent

A light was lit in all of us
For inside of you it gleam
A light that never quenches
Arwen Evenstar - Our Queen.

And with the Nine who pledged that day,
In Imladris, so far away,
Let Gondor ever proudly say,
Stood Boromir the Tall,

And take heart in the memory,
That one as strong and brave as he,
Among such noble company,
Was counted for us all.

Through bitter trial, long and fell,
Of which no tale survives to tell,
He found the road to Rivendell,
Lost legend of the North.

And so, in song, in heart, and lore,
Let echo loudly evermore,
The bold defiance his horn swore,
The morn the Nine set forth.

And when the hearth is blazing bright,
And deeds are sung of men and might,
And honor given, as is right,
To doughty warriors true,

Recall the Fields of Pelennor,
The Ride of Eorl in days of yore,
And Elves with Men marching to War,
And keep well this tale too.

No shining host stood by his side;
Across the Wold no banners flied;
Nor hero might have stayed the tide,
That in the bushes wait,

Yet courage never shined more fair,
As on the day when Boromir,
For love of two companions dear,
Charged forth to meet his fate.

One hundred strong and more they came,
To black the sky with poisoned rain,
To sow their hate, and reap their pain
Beneath his slashing blade.

And rank on rank they charged and fell,
While horn-blasts thundered through the dell,
And fury rang like clanging bell
Across the greening glade.

That day, beneath the Amon Hen,
The kings of old did live again,
As with a might unseen by men,
He braved the wicked foe.

And bearing full their evil wrath,
The hero of Osgiliath,
Below the Gates of Argonath,
Did finally come to woe.

Unto the last his flashing sword,
With dauntless strokes kept true his word,
Defending from the gruesome horde
His comrades unto death.

And fallen, ’neath a placid sky,
With mighty Anduin sweeping by,
For Minas Tirith did he cry,
With his dying breath.

The somber note, above the fray,
To ivory towers fled away,
Where Denethor paid heed that day
The bold and mournful sound.

And sailing also, proud and free,
Away down Anduin to the sea,
As even after drifted he,
His brother’s heart it found.

And following the weary miles,
At last on Faramir he smiled,
A hoard of weapons black and vile
Laid beneath his feet.

And so came home the sacred horn,
That through its final struggle borne
Courageously, but finally shorn,
Its bitter end did meet.

Yet, though the horn not wind again
To stir the hearts of valiant men,
Forget not, Gondor, Amon Hen,
And valor dearly won.

For to those sheltered by his shield,
Whose sundered blade refused to yield,
Great lasting glory was revealed,
In Gondor’s bravest son.

I’d make my father proud, for I would take it to him,
show him exactly what I’d got;
and he would love me more than he even might!
I’d make sure all our lands were free of friends of Sauron,
oh, and in a lousy mood he’d be--
then screaming out his threats both day and night!

I’d be a strong, wise, patient, kind, fair leader with
folk all around to heed my cry,
gath’ring quickly, against our foes to stand!
And every blast of horn, beat of drum, cry of voice, neigh of horse
would bring every friend around for aid,
and all would say, fair Boromir’s The Man!
Yesssss!

If I had the One Ring,
ya ba dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
I’d have such a power in my hand
if I had that one gold band!

We wouldn’t have to fight hard
ya ba dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
with that ring we’d every battle win,
Sauron’s chances truly would be dim!

I’d see my dad, my father, reigning as he ought to then,
on a dais fair and high,
ruling lands as far as the eye could see;
I’d see dear Faramir too, so happy, even jolly,
oh, how his songs would never cease,
for a poet he would ever be.

The leaders of all lands
would all then come to call on me--
they would beg us to defend them,
we of Gondor, proud and strong;
"pretty please, Boromir",
"on our knees, Boromir",
making such request in time of dire need!
ya ba da da, ya ba da da, ya ba da da da....
And it will so fill me with pride then,
just to honour their requests;
after all, I would because I could!

If ring I had, I’d have the power I crave to
lead all the people everyday,
and maybe even sit on a dais neat;
then I could sit and survey our earned abundance fair
from the morn to the eve--
our dominion then would be complete!
Yesssss!

If I had the One Ring,
ya ba dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum
I’d have such a power in my hand
if I had that one gold band!

I wouldn’t have to fear then,
ya ba dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum,
If I had that One Ring on my hand,
I could lead and rule well all our lands,
Strength for Gondor can’t be a bad plan!
Oh, to have that one gold baaaaaaaaaaaand!

Boromir,
Of eagle eye,
Fond brother’s favorite friend,
Alone he stood,
Alone he fought,
Alone he bled and died.
His father’s favorite son he was,
A warrior,
A fighter,
Who stood alone in death.
Through shadowed forest
And open glen,
He rode to Rivendell.
To meet his fate,
And stand alone,
For Gondor he was brave.
Now sing a song,
A soft lament,
For Boromir the Brave,
And lay a flower on his tomb,
And comfort the brother and father,
For Boromir the Brave has fallen,
Far from the home he loved.

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
there gallant heroes lay;
hard wrought the victory they found,
amid a bitter fray

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
slept warriors so small;
for death had sought them days on end,
and close they felt its pall

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
did innocents arise;
while swift they healed, well tended to,
joy came back to their eyes

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
these small, yet stout of heart,
did find true fellowship once more
because they did their part

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
did gather royal Men;
who, lifting voices glad with joy,
sang praises unto them

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
a lay was lifted high;
by minstrel skilled it did ring out,
arising to the sky

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
were shed so many tears;
yet sweet they were, and evil not,
for gone then were their fears

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
did sit on thrones of green,
two of the smallest heroes yet,
that Men had ever seen

"Praise them with great praise!"

Upon the fields of Cormallen,
’twas vict’ry bittersweet;
as great the cry arose once more,
their joy it was complete

"Praise them with great praise!"

"My friends! You bow to no one..."

Rise now,
and look up to the sky.
Light is coming,
dark clouds are no more to see.
Rest now,
think- of the deed that they have done.
The Ring is gone now,
from the face of Middle-Earth.
The heroes are here,
hear all the voices in the air.
See they are weary,
all of their strength has gone away.
Lay them down,
let them be sleeping.

Will they wake up,
when new sun rises?
If it will rise at all?
How will it be,
to face new mornings?
How will it be,
to wake up in peace?
And all will change,
when morning comes.
The new King of Gondor,
will come then.

Hope comes,
as darkness turn to light.
All Orcs are fleeing,
out of Mordor and beyond.
Don't say,
they will come to us again.
Gandalf is calling,
Sam and Frodo are awake.
They will be here in our hearts,
forever.

Come over here,
watch the horizon.
Can you see shade at all?
In the far east,
no dark lord linger.
The peace has come,
all worries are gone.
And all will change,
when morning comes.
The new King of Gondor,
will come then,
and be our guide.

Black times where their
Before Isildurs heir
A ranger from the north
Now Gondors Lord

With the help of an elf
A wizard and a dwarf
In the face of darkness
He left his carve

When the halflings were in need
But victory would come soon
He rode out with his men
and won by noon

The lord of the rings
Nothing more than a ghost
was defeated by the king
Of who Arwen loves most

Now peace has returned
and swords are in sheed
but still Elendils banner rises
When someone's in need

In a courtyard
in a city of stone
from ancient times, from ancient years
the tree has ever grown;
from a sapling
from a seed truly fair
from ancient times, from ancient years
its beauty fully shown

Through hard ages
through foul wars and through peace
from ancient times, from ancient years
its blossoms have released
to the four winds
to a people so free
from ancient times, from ancient years
its life has had new lease

Yet once only
yet in one dreadful time
from ancient times, from ancient years
tree lost its life sublime;
withered slowly
blossoms dead and long gone
from ancient times, from ancient years
’twas needed, a new clime

In a courtyard
in a city of stone
from ancient times, from ancient years
new hope it was re-sown;
from a new seed
from a young tree in snow
from ancient times, from ancient years
white blooms they have regrown

Now forever
now in beauty anewed
from ancient times, from ancient years
its wonder fully viewed;
blossoms growing
from a white tree so fair
from ancient times, from ancient years
new hope has ever bloomed.

There in the courtyard of the King,
Blooms the Tree that Hope doth bring.
Her ivory shines by morning light,
Who stood beyond all darkest night.

When shadow and sorrow fell upon the land,
Nor more the care of King’s noble hand,
Withered was the great White Tree,
But left that Hope there yet might be.

And through the lines of noble Blood,
There came the one of all who could,
Bring new life to replace the old,
White the Tree and a crown of gold.

Set in stone so long ago,
Delicate flowers wave to and fro,
A line unbroken from fruit to tree
When world was young and Nimloth free.

Your glory shines in city fair,
Tended solemnly with love and care.
O! White Tree of Gondor, White as foam,
Your white buds, our greatest hope, our King is Home!

She knew e’en before
what destiny held
regarding her child,
regarding her son

Herself did she give,
in love sacrificed,
so that hope might live,
so that all be won

A grief ever sharp
would pierce him to core,
for much would he long,
for much would he yearn

Through years in the wild
to wander alone,
yet more would he grow,
yet more would he learn

Becoming the man
she knew he could be,
in wisdom was giv’n,
in wisdom so sound

Her sacrifice true
brought evil to grief,
as hope did go on,
as hope did abound

A Ranger so stern
and stranger to most,
a power first veiled,
a power t’would wait

In many a guise
to work and hard toil,
to take the long road,
to take up his fate

And when his time came,
he knew it full well,
With Anduril’s fire,
With Anduril’s flame

Leading his people,
did strengthen their hearts,
kingship did show them,
kingship did he claim

Glory of Gondor
then shone evermore,
white tree in flower,
white tree in full bloom

Lifting their voices
the people sang forth--
Elessar’s people,
Elessar’s high room.

....u-chebin estel anim."

Kings of old and bloodline told
to hold a magical line
of power, mystery, lore and wealth
for the future revealed in time

Seekers of that which does elude
that which can be a sign
of things to come and past days gone
for the future revealed in time

Hold fast to dreams and don’t be swayed
when doubts will fill your mind
of heritages and rings and things of kings
for the future will come in time

Concern yourself and be true to you
when echoes resound inside
of memories and dreams and joyful things
say, "the future that's found is mine."

In the name of our gods,
in the name of our stars,
in the name of the fathers,
and in the name of our sons.

I am a King , ruling men , women and childs.
I am a man , loving my Queen and protecting my sons.
I am the first sunray for my gondorian people when they look for hope,
I am the last nightmare for my enemies when they would like to rest.

Time has set a huge burden on my shoulders,
Evil has set many enemies on my road,
Destiny has set a huge power in my hands,
but Fate has set an awfull bloody future in front of me.

I am King Elessar.
I am the king who loves his soldiers,
I am the king who wants them to die for myself,
I am the King who will die to protect their kingdom,
I am Elessar , the king who serve his realm.

I am so much and nothing more.
I have so much and nothing more.
I am a king and nothing more.
But once again, I am alone.

O beloved Numenor, child of the Avalôi , where into the depths have thou gone?
Know that I seek thee, with silent tears I wake every morn.

I remember in my youth, I sailed the vast seas with dear father,
Under the silver halo, our ship went like a feather.
I remember in the Wars, the Great Kings on chariots in the air,
Bearing deadly blade and fiery darts, with defiant eyes at the world, calling out," The Adûnâims dare! "
Our mighty undefeated troops, travelled the world where He did lead,
Even to the Jaws of Death, they readily fought and fell, man and steed.

O beloved Nemenor, child of Valar, where into the depths have thou gone?
Know that I seek thee, with silent tears I wake every morn.

From Langwell down to Ethir, ‘tis thirteen hundred miles,
And from Ethir up to Limlint, has Gondor ruled at whiles.
The River, Gondor’s life-blood, but oft frontier of war,
Drains from the northern mountains to Tolfalas’s shore.

From land where once dwelt Léod, father of Eorl,
It tumbles south to Carrock, near Beorn’s honeyed hall,
And thence to Loeg Ningloron where Arnor’s King was slain,
And under murky waters lay the Ring, Isildur’s Bane.

It washes then the Secret Woods where tall the Mallorns grow,
And lingers to the southward, where Undeeps stem its flow.
The waters then are gathered, in a swirling, steep defile
Where knife-sharp rocks in Sarn Gebir spell danger for a mile.

Through a canyon steep and narrow, the river rushes down,
Where stern-faced kings stand sentinel and ever northward frown.
In pallid lake the waters then are hemmed by rugged ground,
And at the further end there stand the Hills of Sight and Sound.

Two arms are flung about the feet of untrod Tindrock Isle
And headlong plunge down Rauros Falls, a-roaring all the while.
There the sky is like a rainbow, the air too thick for speech,
But the humbled waters pass away into a calmer reach.

Past fenny mouths of Entwash, the flood, majestic now,
Parts once again in spume and spray on Andros’ northern prow.
‘Twixt Land of Sun and Land of Moon, this River that is ours
Flows from the Field of Cormallen to the City of the Stars.

From Harlond’s wharves and wharehouses the honest sailor plies
His trade on busy waters, wide open to the skies.
When the wind is from the northward, he from his mooring slips
To sell his wares at Pelargir, where keeps the King his ships.

Thence Anduin rolls onward, silver-grey and wide,
Down to the Ethir channels, where deadly flows the tide.
There you must time your passage, to cross the river bar,
And on the open ocean sail, safe, guided by your star.

Past wide lands and small,
past green lands and brown,
through vale and by fen,
bypassing the towns;
so much have you seen,
so much have you known,
yea, long have you been,
and always alone

Roll on, great River, roll on

For many a moon,
your waters have flowed
far into strange shores,
e’en near to the wolds;
through watery eyes,
have you keen observed
the ongoing years,
and through them have swerved

Roll on, great River, roll on

In peacetime and war,
your song has been heard
e’en through all the din
of Men’s many words;
and whilst the Elves’ songs
and praises of woods
have gone ever on,
you’ve given life good

Roll on, great River, roll on

Much hurt has been seen
by all Middle-Earth,
and down through all time
not given you berth;
for death has been wrought
on even your shores,
and yet you go on,
sweet sing evermore

Roll on, great River, roll on

Hold wisdom and strength,
keep grace in your deeps,
as always you go,
yet e’en whilst Men sleep;
teach patience and awe,
as we watch your ways,
your song shall we heed
through all of our days

Roll on, great River, roll on

I heard your seductive whisper as a child when I would fish
Since my youth – a sea wanderer, and that’s all I’ve ever been
As adolescent nights rolled by I left these shores to man the rigs

To caress the meandering river, a lady daring me on
It started out so simple then, to this aged not – so - wise
As every fast run eddy bade, I gave my life to the current strong
To become a privateer and do all I could to escape the tithe

To know that my sweet home was in your mouth
O’er many golden summers I longed for your embrace
Coiling through my heart from north to south
To know that sanctuary was in your length and grace

Your Ethir lips are parted in a promise
Pelargir’s garth of Royal ships beyond
On course for your source I settle for a kiss
Princess, in my heart you are ever fond

No man may possess this lady white
No man may possess this lady blue
She foamed and sprayed before my light
And she will after I am darkened too

And now the fell winter’s icy fingers
Trail up and down my withered spine
Through the nooks where you once lingered
In the dark and mysterious world of thine

I sit in the dimly lit tavern, telling a mariners tale
Of a man whose only love was this river maiden
Carrying him to safety, keeping him hale
And always with a treasure hold - heavy laden!

Where are you going, O swift River Anduin?
To lands that are found in your wildest dreams.
To form into whirl-pools that spin and that spin,
And flow into the Great Sea that you see in your head.

So sleep now, dear little one, don't cry tonight,
The Anduin flows by your room as you sleep.
So sleep now, dear little done, all now is right,
The evil is broken, the Anduin keeps watch,

Their King has gone,
their Queen has followed
her heart's blue night,
no stars, no light
as her love true
is wrapped and shrouded,
mists have fallen before her eyes

Their King has gone,
their Queen has followed
and gone afar,
lone heart, no star
will shine again
for her gaze darkened,
grief has taken up all her life

Their King has gone,
their Queen has followed
for sadness reigns,
fills all her veins
forevermore,
sad sighs do echo,
into wood has she borne her night

Their King has gone,
their Queen has followed,
and cold the stones
as white as bones
so sadly wail
in wind's wild moaning,
inside the walls they surely grieve

Their King has gone,
their Queen has followed,
the Evenstar
has faded far,
become dark night
upon naith lying,
and Gondor feels a Winter's breath.

From the sinking shore of Numenor, fled Elendil's fair sons,
Through stricken seas and tortured breeze, came proud Anarion.
To Anduin's mouth he was driven south, to the great sea's thund'ring shore,
For his dreams they stirred with a whispered word - the vision of Gondor.
So on he sailed, to the verdant vales, of green Ithilien,
To redeem the shame, restore the name of Numenor again.

To the edge of dark, to the shadows stark, of pale Ephel Duath,
Over hill and fen, through murky den, wound Isildur's lonely path.
Like soft starlight, on a dreary night, up rose the Tower of the Moon,
And words of lore, from days of yore, were etched in shining runes.

To Anduin, whose swelling brim, with feason plenty bles't,
O'er paths unseen of sparkling green, came Anarion to rest.
On fertile shores, by the river's roar, Osgilliath's seeds were sown,
On Mindolluin's slopes, Gondor's Hope, the White City was grown.

So proud, so fair, Elendil's heirs, did thus build fair Gondor,
The joyful breeze and hopeful trees sang, "Glory, Numenor!"

But shadows crept, where peaceful slept, the Tower of Minas Ithil,
And Sauron's hand, from the wasted land, their fate by darkness seal'd.
With dented sword, the bloodied hoarde, of proud Isildur fled,
To far Arnor, to his father's doors, by Isildur led.
The black tide swelled, Anarion held, red ran Anduin,
From the brave King's ranks, Osgilliath's banks, ne'er could Sauron win.
"Gondor! Gondor!", his mighty roar, rang in Sauron's ears,
His voice was heard, and onward spurr'd the endless tides of fear.

Down from the North, at last came forth, Isildur, Gil-Galad,
The last hope of all free folk, marched on to Dagorlad.
There joined were they on dead lands grey, by bold Anarion,
To shed cold blood, to stir to mud, the ground they stood upon.
He danced with death, with every breath, he breathed in Death's perfume,
For six years' length, his might and strength, saved Gondor from it's doom.

Upon the slopes of withered hopes, the tower of Barad-Dur,
Anarion passed, to death at last, in the arms of Isildur.
The Grey lament of his seasons spent, upon the winds I hear,
Unbroken songs, of the warrior strong, beyond the straits of fear.
He sleeps in ease, he dreams of peace, his battles all are won.
In fond memory, shall he e'er be, Gondor's bravest son.

O Gilraen, star lady dear,
The mother of our king,
What sorrow through the long, long year
You have endured so well.

Upon your breast is bound a star,
Upon your hair a light,
As Elbereth of heaven’s star
Had placed it there herself.

Too soon you saw your husband’s death,
The light was hid from you,
You strained your eyes to see the hope,
But the darkness your hope slew.

Beyond the gray rain-curtain still
The fair green country rolls
As Numenor had risen from
The sea, with grassy knolls.

The land of your ancient people
You live in at long last,
And see Earendil’s Silmaril
Fast bound upon the mast.

O lady dear to us who dwell,
In Middle-Earth afar,
Remember us, and see the hope
You gave to us, Gilraen-Tar.

She was our queen, our leading lady,
Soft and quiet, yet hard and firm,
And everyone could in her see
The truth that had been hid.

But as all things come to an end,
So did her sojourn in our land,
And when her all she could no more lend,
Her lord and king lay dead.

She left the land, she us all,
To Lothlorien she went,
Where trees stood straight and tall,
And there she wandered many years.

We who knew her once, so fair,
Cannot judge her any more,
Laughing eyes and long straight hair,
She, our queen, our leading lady.

But to all things come an end,
And to her one bitter.
She thought her heart would never mend,
In green fields once so fair.

And still the city mourns her,
Mourns the lady great and tall.
Mourns the lady who wore myrrh,
Her suffering unneeded.

~Aragorn parting words to Arwen as he leaves Rivendell with the fellowship~

Like a thief in the night you stole my heart,
Gave me purpose and a sense of right,
My wish is that we never should part,
But we both know there’s more to this fight.

Alone, I wandered through the endless dark,
With nothing but memories of you,
And in the morning , up with the lark,
Wishing you could be there too.

Your long dark hair that smelled so sweet,
You eyes which held my Gaze,
I walk till I am dead on my feet,
Along the paths of this emotional maze.

Oh Arwen, you hold the answers to
Questions I have yet to ask
I know that what you say is true,
But alone I have to face this task.

Your gift to me is more than I can take,
Until I know what our futures hold,
I honor every promise I make,
I will not forsake you to the cold.

So take the ship and sail into the west,
Take with you the memories of me,
And should I die on my quest,
Remember all my love for thee.

When first he saw her, long gown flowed to floor;
fair quiet, her strength,
her glance, it was keen

When first he saw her, he wondered in awe;
so this then was she,
not many had seen

When first he saw her, true grace did he find;
for wisdom she had,
her knowledge not lean

When first he saw her, they two would not speak;
but study her long--
what could this all mean?

When first he saw her, oh how could he know;
for simple he'd been,
in his land so green

When first he saw her, he couldn't see all;
great truth, it takes time,
so ever has been

When first he saw her, his heart might have felt;
great destiny hers,
she would be a queen.

Oh let us leave this ravaged shore
The land beneath our feet no more
Feels safe as once it did to bide
Now daily rushes in the tide.

The War of Wrath destroyed our Foe
But our homes too, so we must go
And follow West the wondrous Star
Sent to guide us from afar.

The Woods of Brethil are thrown down,
The Sea breaks in and all things drown,
So let us leave this found’ring land,
Battle-scarred Beleriand.

Dorthonion has passed away,
Mount Rerir crumbles in salt spray,
And Estolad where once we dwelled,
Is now by mighty waves compelled.

So we must heed Manwë’s behest,
Rothinzil shines high in the West!
Relinquish now this wounded shore
For Land of Gift, that is Andor.

And there we’ll ever dwell in bliss
Forever safe from the abyss,
And Eru’s laws we’ll never break,
On land that’s firm and does not quake.

No wave will ever drown our hills
We will be safe if Eru wills,
And life be long, not brief and swift,
While we do dwell in Land of Gift.

They listened too long,
They tried too hard,
They tried to steal the Eldar's song,
That was on shores a-westward.

But oh! the wave, the burning wave,
That came from oceans deep.
The shores of Numenor it laved
And then it swallowed Andor.

The Land of Gift, oh Numenor!
Beneath the waves, the sparkling waves,
And I shall nevermore tread the shore
That I loved to walk on singing.

Your cities so fair, your hills so green,
Your every bit of land-
Has sunk beneath the wave's blue sheen,
And left me here to weep.

It is Summer in Ithilien-
The green fields shimmer in the sun
Men sweat as they harvest grain
The work must still be done.

It is Autumn in Pelargir-
As the leaves begin to fall
The ships turn ever home-ward
Their masts and spars so tall.

It is Winter in Osgiliath-
Snow falls on ruined stone
The city is laid open
Bare as whitened bone.

And the Anduin is weeping
And the wind is ever sighing.

E'er anchored east of Elendil's heart,
Around her doth Anduin part.
Northward her prow rises high
Till water, foam and spray touch sky.

Ages of men doth pass her by,
Beneath the beacon's watchful eye.
Stars may bridge moon and sun,
But even here blood hath run.

In silence waits this isle long,
Till blood of captains fair and strong
Wash her decks pure once more
To cleanse her silent tainted shore.

White trees float admist her green,
As her moorings with sails teem.
Now a ship, ships to meet
Weary sailors she doth greet.

E'er to stand between land and sea
She is as fair as fair may be.
In the land of stone, by it's coast
Lies the isle of Cair Andros.

There lies the long-foam island amid the River’s stream,
And see you yonder rising smoke, and there a burnished gleam?
There lies the camp of Easterlings, of which the King did talk,
And close beside them, doubt ye not, the foul and loathsome orc.

Here we may redeem ourselves, live down perhaps our shame,
Fight like Men, or die like Men, and win a better name,
We could not face the no-man lands, the shadows overhead,
Nor, through those nights of fearfulness, the unseen creeping dread.

But Elessar was merciful, saw our horror of the dark,
He set for us a manful deed, for Gondor and the Mark,
To walk, not run, retake the isle, and if the war be lost,
There stand and fight unto the last, and pay the final cost.

So let us string our longbows, and loosen sword in sheath,
And seize those boats upon the shore, upon the staithe beneath.
The guards are few or sleeping, let’s do this in style,
We’ll cut them down, and take the boats, and then retake the isle!

See the ship of long foam
Strong, serene, and tall-
See the the Ship's Home
Gondor's eastern wall.

This desecration of our land
The fouling of the rock
This island we took in hand
The key and now the lock.

Why have the eagles cried?
When was it overrun?
When had we to save it tried?
When was this madness done?

But now we have a chance
To take it back we may try
With sword and lance
Their strength defy.

The work is done now
Men have died
And bent the bow
In the doing, courage tried.

Now the day has broken
Our fears are left behind
Now have Valar spoken
And the King is kind.

Mountain in the distance,
I am calling your name.
Mountain in the distance
release me from this shame.
I wore a history so eternal
and was home for many heroes.
I wear a reality so nocturnal
and am home to many foes.

I am a horn, the trumpet and a flute,
dividing the mighty river's flow.
I am a tower where battles commute,
Once I wore a royal Gondor glow.
Now I see a king without a crown
sending a boat along my thumb.
Now I see an army dark and renown
across my eyesight how they climb.

But the eye on my hidden shoulder
sees redemption and salvation.
But the truth is I am just a boulder
serving land and king before the coronation.