Against fire black and whips of flame
You stood your ground, stooped with pain
You leaned on your staff, wizened but strong
You struck his sword, mocked his thong
At last you cast him down from on high,
Morgoth's soldier; then tell me why
You lingered at that fateful moment,
Falling in a fiery torrent?
How could you, so great, the victor
Be dragged cruelly down, Mithrandir?
Friend, my friend, I am lost without you
I cannot see what I should do
You were ever there, guiding me
How can I guide, I foresee?

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

Riding down the Dike into the trees
Dark and tangled hang the leaves
Gimli looks in uneasy thoughts
Legolas looks in wonder and awe
Forth Three Hunters! Time is brief!

Out from under the trees’ dark boughs
The riders hear the cry of Legolas
In the forest standing still, eyes he sees
Walking forward out from under the eaves
Forth Three Hunters! Linger not!

Toiling under heavy hearts
Tol Brandir begins to depart
Boromir has passed down Anduin roaring
With songs of lament that goes on pouring
Forth Three Hunters! Your comrades are calling!

The Ringbearer has left for the Nameless land
With the only one companion devoted Sam
Gandalf has fallen under immense shadow
His journey they were not to follow
Forth Three Hunters! Day is waning!

O where are you going, wanderer?
Where, with your eyes of steel?

You have the glance of a king;
You are tall and proud.

Dark is your hair, flecked with grey,
Yet your step is youthful.

A great sword is girded at your waist
And a ring is on your hand.

Your clothes are stained with battle and war,
And many travels.

I wish you could tell me all your tales
For you would tell them well.

But after a smoke and a mug of ale
You would journey once again.

There's a certain book that I want you to see
For I know that you're simply dying to read
Of Boromir, brave-hearted, though he was weak,
Aragorn, called Strider, born to be king,
Merry the hobbit, and Pippin his friend,
Samwise Gamgee, faithful to the end,
Gandalf the wizard, lost but then found,
Eomer and Eowyn (just one was crowned),
Legolas Greenleaf, who had bow but no sword,
And his unlikely friendship with Gimli the dwarf,
Of Frodo the Ringbearer, his burden and strife,
And the evil of Sauron, who terrorized life,