Théoden-King - Poem by Tristan Scully
King of the Golden Hall,
Leader of the people of the horse
He followed the call
Six thousand riders went forth
To the aid of Gondor in the south
Over grasslands they rode, henceforth
To fight their foes.
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
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