From Sundering Seas to Peaks of Mist
Where he had there untold bliss.
In the Havens at Lindon he dwelt;
Here the Eldar never knelt
To Sauron of Old. With Ruling Ring,
Shadows to Middle-earth did he bring.

Son of Fingon, king of Old,
whose end is sadly here foretold.
Against Aeglos none could contest,
And his Elven-host none could best.
The Last Alliance grave and tall,
Mustered nigh to Imladris's hall.

He with Elendil the Tall did stand,
And fought the Darkness hand to hand.
Upon Amon Amarth was his doom,
At the feet of Orodruin his tomb.
They fell beneath the One Ring's power,
And died before the Dark Lord's Tower.
 
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