Aragorn by J.R.R. Tolkien
I saved all the Aragorn stuff for my last Tolkien poems (for a while at least) because he’s my favorite!
From The Lord of the Rings
By J.R.R. Tolkien
THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING, BOOK I, CHAPTER X
‘I am Aragorn, and those verses go with that name.’
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
THE TWO TOWERS, BOOK III, CHAPTER II
‘Gondor! Gondor!’’ cried Aragorn. ‘Would that I looked on you again in happier hour! Not yet does my road lie southward to your bright streams.
Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown and throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?’
THE TWO TOWERS, BOOK III, CHAPTER V
‘”Do not let me fall!” I gasped, for I felt life in me again. “Bear me to Lothlórien!”
‘”That indeed is the command of the Lady Galadriel who sent me to look for you,” he answered…
‘Thence by strange roads I came, and messages I bring to some of you. To Aragorn I was bidden to say this:
Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
And the Grey Company ride from the North.
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.’
THE RETURN OF THE KING, BOOK VI, CHAPTER V
And before the Sun had fallen far from the noon out of the East there came a great Eagle flying, and he bore tidings beyond hope from the Lords of the West, crying:
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor,
for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever,
and the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard,
for your watch hath not been in vain,
and the Black Gate is broken,
and your King hath passed through,
and he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of his life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
and he shall plant it in the high places,
and the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!
And the people sang in all the ways of the City.
