Author's Notes: Poem about Aragorn; from Estel, adopted son of Elrond to Elessar, King of Gondor. Another one of those spontaneous poems.
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Estel
Estel, Estel
Hope has been born
Drives back the Shadow
With the rising morn
Heir of Men, his destiny
Raised by Elven lord
On his hand, Barahir's ring
And a shattered, broken sword
Wandering the Wilds as Strider
Lord of the Dunedain
Eyes, silver-grey and elven bright
Heirloom of Elros' line
Mortal Man you may be
Aragorn, do not fear
The blood of Numenor is in you
Claim death when it draws near
Let you heart guide you
Remember the Evenstar
Become who you were born to be
The Elfstone, Elessar
Bring together the fading realms
To be King now is your fate
Return from your long exile
Before it is too late
Reforge the sword of the past
Let go of the weatherworn Ranger
A promise made, your path is set
Be no longer a stranger
Your people cry out
With voices, ever yearning
Have hope, land of Gondor
Your King is returning
~Vilya, February 2004
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Estel
Estel, Estel
Hope has been born
Drives back the Shadow
With the rising morn
Heir of Men, his destiny
Raised by Elven lord
On his hand, Barahir's ring
And a shattered, broken sword
Wandering the Wilds as Strider
Lord of the Dunedain
Eyes, silver-grey and elven bright
Heirloom of Elros' line
Mortal Man you may be
Aragorn, do not fear
The blood of Numenor is in you
Claim death when it draws near
Let you heart guide you
Remember the Evenstar
Become who you were born to be
The Elfstone, Elessar
Bring together the fading realms
To be King now is your fate
Return from your long exile
Before it is too late
Reforge the sword of the past
Let go of the weatherworn Ranger
A promise made, your path is set
Be no longer a stranger
Your people cry out
With voices, ever yearning
Have hope, land of Gondor
Your King is returning
~Vilya, February 2004