The Fall of Gil-Galad.

A guest poem suggested by Linnea:

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 lance was long his sword was keen
his shining helm afar was seen.
The countless stars of heaven’s field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

Then long ago he rode away
and where he dwelleth none can say.
For into darkness fell his star,
in Mordor where the shadows are.

~ J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Lord of the Rings


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