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.
