The Return of the King
Here are some songs and poems from The Return of the King.  I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did.
The Fellowship of the Ring
This first poem is told by Aragorn, although he is quoting from Malbath the Seer during the days of Arvedui (the last king of Arthedain).
The Two Towers
Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings
doom approaches. The Dead awaken;
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers:
at the stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear there a haorn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them
from the grey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:
he shall pass the Door the the Paths of the Dead.
Back Home
This song is sung when the King of the Mark and his riders leave Rohan and tread eastward.  They are going to battle against Gondor, so you can just imagine how hard it is to go emotionally.
From the dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
to Edoras he came, the ancient halls
of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
hearth and high-seat, and the halowed places,
where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
fate before him. Fealty kept he;
oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Theoden. Five nights and days
east and onward rode the Eorlingas
through Folde and Fenmarch and the firienwood,
six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the mighty under Mindolluin,
Sea-kings' city in the South-kingdom
foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
horse and horsemen; hoofbeats afar
sank into silence; so the songs tell us.
This song was made by a maker of Rohan  and was of the Mounds of Mundburg.  It is about the Battle of the Pelennor Fields and is the only song that tells the full count of this tale.
We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
the swords shining in the South-kingdom.
Steeds went strinding to the Stoningland
as wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Theoden fell, Thengling mighty,
to his golden halls and green pastures
in the Northern fields never returning,
high lord of the host. Harding and Guthlaf,
Dunhere and Deorwine, doughty Grimbold,
Herefara and Harubrand, Horn and Fastred,
fought and fell there in a far country:
in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
ever, to Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph; northe tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
Death in the morining and at day's ending
lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
under the grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dued with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacons mountains burned at evening
red fell the dews in Rammas Echor.
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