Hrishi Telcontar


A Palantir For The Undying Land - Poem by Hrishi Telcontar

A horn was sounded far away,
Its sound so far was heard.
A man in gray had blown the horn,
The warrior had returned.

Sabert he was called by them
The travelers from afar.
A silent fiery man he was,
A hero from the war.

A sword he bore, tall and broad,
It was forged of mithril.
A wooden bow hung on his back,
He bore a shield of steel.

He set out on a black horse,
He set out to Mithlond.
A palantir, he took with him,
He held it in his hand.

The stone he took to the Grey Haven,
To sail of to the West.
He gave it to an elven lord,
And passed to him the quest.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 29, 2010


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