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Last Alliance

by Teri Wachowiak


Nine were the rings for hands of the mortal kings
Three for the children of Light
Seven the rings for the Dwarves in their halls of stone
All ruled by the one Ring of might.

Lost was the Ring, Sauron’s prize, in the depths of time
Servants he made of the Nine
And down the years they have sought while his power grew
The one ruling Ring they must find.
In a dream it was said, seek the sword new remade
A token that doom’s at hand
When Isildur’s Bane will awaken again
And the Halflings forth will stand.

For found was the Ring by a strange and unlikely chance
Lay hid in the lands of the Shire
In secret sent forth, its destruction our only hope
The Ring must return to the fire

To the fires of Mt. Doom and the pit where the Ring was forged
The Ringbearer struggles and strives
And we must buy time in the hope that his quest succeeds
Though cost of success be our lives.
In a dream it was said, seek the sword new remade
A token that doom’s at hand
When Isildur’s Bane will awaken again
And the Halflings forth will stand.

So gather the hosts, let us march to the gates of Mordor
Proud with our banners flying high
Few though we be we must challenge the might of Sauron
Blind to all else draw his eye.

So loud sound the horns, let the heralds cry challenge out
Silent our hope and our fear
Stand fast and fight bravely though the odds be against us
The battle will not be won here.
In a dream it was said, seek the sword new remade
A token that doom’s at hand
When Isildur’s Bane will awaken again
And the Halflings forth will stand.

Doom, sound the drums and the horde falls upon us
Fall back and hold fast as you can
Far from the field, on the brink of the Pit of Doom
The Ring leaves the Ringbearer’s hand

Down stoop the eagles and the tide of the battle turns
The Ring falls and Sauron’s undone
We watch as his army flees, the gates and the tower fall
Amazed that the battle is won.
In a dream it was said, seek the sword new remade
A token that doom’s at hand
When Isildur’s Bane will awaken again
And the Halflings forth will stand.

And now both the sword and the world are remade

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