Return of the King

Minas Tirith: the City of Kings

Lighting of the beacons of Amon Hen

Guard of the Citadel

Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor. In peace or war. In living or dying. From this hour henceforth, until my lord release me... or death take me.

And I shall not forget it. Nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honour, disloyalty with vengeance.

🎵 Upon the hearth the fire is red,

Beneath the roof there is a bed;

But not yet weary are our feet,

Still round the corner we may meet

A sudden tree or standing stone

That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower and leaf and grass,

Let them pass! Let them pass!

Hill and water under sky,

Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though we pass them by today,

Tomorrow we may come this way

And take the hidden paths that run

Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,

Let them go! Let them go!

Sand and stone and pool and dell,

Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadows to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight.

The world behind and home ahead,

We'll wander back to home and bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,

Away shall fade! Away shall fade!

Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,

And then to bed! And then to bed! 🎵

Sword of Elendil:

Anduril, the Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil.

The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.

The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth.