He journeyed through a land of webs
A labyrinth of magic spells
He came from distant wild lands
Wearied by paths through hills and dells
Fate walked with that man that day
As he wandered through the maze
Not lost was he, but lost he seemed
As he stepped with haunted gaze
Sorrow lay upon his brow
And weariness rode his shoulders
Yet all sadness lifted from his back
When once he did behold her
There in the light of moon and stars
Danced a maiden bright
Dark of hair with raiment blue

The rocks sang from the sound of his horn
His voice sounded clear in Angband
Morgoth’s creatures move in fear
As their Lord climbed slowly like thunder

The Lord of Darkness issued forth
In black armor he was clad
He stood before the Lord of the Noldor
Like a tower casting a shadow

Fingolfin gleamed beneath him
A star in the dark of night
His armor was of sliver
Ringil, his sword glistened like ice