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One Ring | Rohirric | Aragorn | Gondorian | Hope & Despair | Legolas | Gandalf





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Gandalf the Grey




























When evening in the Shire was grey
His footsteps on the hill were heard;
Before the dawn he went away
On Journey long without a word.

From Wilderland to Western shore,
From Northern waste tp Southern hill,
Through dragon-lair and hidden door
And darkling woods he walked at will.

With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
With Mortal and Immortal folk,
With bird on bough and beast in den,
In their own secret tongues he spoke.

A deadly sword, A healing hand,
A back that bent beneath its load;
A trumpet-voice, A burning brandm
A weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
Swift in anger, Quick to laugh;
An old man in a battered hat
Who leaned upon a thorny staff.

He stood upon the bridge alone
And fire and shadow both defied;
His staff was broken on the stone,

In Khazad-Dum his wisdom died






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Disclaimer:All verses/poetry done by J.R.R.Tolkien
and can be found in the Lord of the Rings trilogy books.