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Farewell We Call to Hearth and Hall: Modifications

From The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

First, for a little refreshing, Tolkein's original poem:

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!

Though wind may blow and rain may fall,

We must away ere break of day

Far over wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell

In glades beneath the misty fell,

Through moor and waste we ride in haste,

And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,

Beneath the sky shall be our bed,

Until at last our toil be passed,

Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!

We ride before the break of day!

Then, my additions to the main verse:

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!

Though wind may blow and rain may fall,

Across the fringes of the Misty Mountains

And on the banks of river Isen, like a fountain

We must away ere break of day

Far over wood and mountain tall.

Through Gondor, Rohan, and the Shire

Still a ways before we can tire

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell

In glades beneath the misty fell,

To the home of great Elrond and his kin

Waiting through the seasons to let us in

Through moor and waste we ride in haste,

And whither then we cannot tell.

All is quite and Sting does not glow

Something is out there; that much we know

With foes ahead, behind us dread,

Beneath the sky shall be our bed,

We fight them in the day and in the night

Armies of orcs, all enemies of the light

Until at last our toil be passed,

Our journey done, our errand sped.

But the forces of Sauron and Mordor are now through

Returning Middle-Earth to the peace it once knew.

We must away! We must away!

We ride before the break of day!

Past dwarfs and hobbits, elves and men,

Onward we ride until the very end.