Left the hedges and the chaos within
All to return to the torn plains of Dunland,
The high-rising tower of Nan Curunir,
To face the wrath of the newborn evil
And defy it, like my kin do
Past the Grey Company's gaze,
And the white wizard's clutch
To return once more
To the Fold of my disgrace
Both West and East
A name shall echo
A whisper from ear to ear
Of a mere man,
Writing tales of legend,
And poetry of love
The Warrior-Poet shall leave the lands
To return later, perhaps
Coming to the aid of his kin,
Where his allegiance lies
As long as the Rohirrim rides.
