King of the Golden Hall,
Leader of the people of the horse
He followed the call
To war.
Six thousand riders went forth
To the aid of Gondor in the south
Over grasslands they rode, henceforth
To fight their foes.
Théoden-King
Went to fight the armies of Mordor
In the war of the ring,
Brave and glorious.
And there he fell;
Striking the witch-king of Angmar,
No more will he dwell
In Edoras...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a huge fan of J.R.R.T.'s world and the Lord of the Rings - books and movies. I like your Middle Earth poems. Good show! If you would, look at a few of the poems I have published on this site. Namarie.