Disclaimer: This Lay is a continuation and completion of the fragment written in JRR Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. The first canto is quoted directly from page 249 of The Fellowship of the Ring.

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Canto One: Gil-galad

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Gil-galad was an Elven-king.

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea.

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His sword was long, his lance was keen,

His shining helm afar was seen;

The countless stars of heaven's field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.

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But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

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Canto Two: Sauron

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In the tower in the black land,

Wielding the Ring on a burning hand:

Sauron the accursed made his lair,

A being feared or hated everywhere.

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When Arda itself was caused to be,

Mairon sang in the chorus bright and free:

But far has he fallen since that day,

The horror he wrought none can fully say.

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When Numenor slid into the sea,

Many thought Sauron had ceased to be:

But a Maia is terribly hard to kill,

A dark cloud rose and fled until...

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Sauron strode through the Barad-dur,

Plotting war anew against Isildur:

Isildur did Minas Ithil flee,

Down the Anduin to the sea.

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Canto Three: A Last Alliance

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In Arnor Council the High Kings took,

A decision they made that Middle-earth shook:

Together they would go and bring a war,

To break Sauron's tower in dark Mordor.

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While neither alone could hold out long,

Against Sauron and his armies strong:

Together maybe men and elves

Could win a future for themselves.

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So out they went and gathered then,

All they could find of elves and men:

Dwarves and ents and eagles too,

All who were to freedom true.

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Across the Misty Mountains then,

Across rivers wide and marshy fen:

Armies ponderous made their way,

Heading to Mordor to Sauron slay.

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Canto Four: The War in Mordor

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Dark and drear was Mordor's sky,

ash and poison there did lie:

dark and drear was Mordor's land,

Twisted rock and barren sand.

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Orcs in uncounted hideous hordes,

Men - dark Numenorean lords:

armies bright in red and gold,

but their strength to evil sold.

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Men from south and from the east,

Trolls that would on people feast:

Beasts of horror grey and great,

And worst the Nazgul all do hate.

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Amdir, Oropher, and Anarion,

the list of dead went on and on:

Even if they won the war,

Lost were these to Middle-earth's shore.

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Gil-galad knew all this full well,

And he knew more he would not tell:

Even if the war was won,

The Age of Men would be begun.

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Too many elves had fallen here,

Loss too deep of ones held dear:

Victory now would mean the end,

Of much he had striven to defend.

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But better death than darkness win,

That nought be left but hate and sin:

In any case the spear was cast,

The time for choice long since had passed.

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A/N: There will be more...