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Théoden King


Théodens Death Song

We heard of the horns in the hills singing
The swords shinning in the South-kingdom
Steeds went striding 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 Guthláf, Dúhere and Déarwine
doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand
Horn and Fastred, fought and fell
there in a far country

In the mounds of Mundburg they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor

Niether Hirluin the fair
to the hills by the sea
Nor Forlong the old to the
flowing valesever,

To Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph
Nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin To thier
dark waters, meres of Morland
under mountain shadows

Death in the morning and
at days ending lords took and lowly.
Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor
by the Great River

Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset

As beacons mountains burned at evening
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor



Lament For Théoden

From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning with thane and captain rode Thengel's son

To Edoras he came the ancient halls of the Mark Wardensmist-enshrouded golden timbers were in gloom mantled

Farwell he bade to his free people hearthand high seat and the hallowed places where long he had feasted ere the light faded

Forth rode the King, fear behind him fate before him, fealty kept the oaths he had taken all fulfilled them

Forth rode Theoden, five nights and days and onward rode the Eorlingas through folde and fenmarch and firienwood

Sixthousand spears to Sunlending Mundburg the mighty city under Mindolluin Sea-Kings city in the South-kingdom

Doom drove them on,Darkness took them horse and horseman, hoofbeats afar into silence, So the songs tell us