Flight to the Ford
She lept up on her horse to flee With the one with the ring in hand. Away she flew with hobbit wee To the beautiful Elven land.
With the Wraiths at her horse's tail, Arwen time and knight to the Ford. Holding Frodo, she cannot fail. Do not give him to the Dark Lord.
At last they make it and they cross- "If you want him, come and claim him!" But we fear it is a loss. Come the waters and wash the dim.
Will he make it to Rivendell? For he gasps and closely wavers. His good we cannot darkly veil. But he makes if to the saviors.
She lept up on her horse to flee With the one with the ring in hand. Away she flew with hobbit wee To the beautiful Elven land.
With the Wraiths at her horse's tail, Arwen time and knight to the Ford. Holding Frodo, she cannot fail. Do not give him to the Dark Lord.
At last they make it and they cross- "If you want him, come and claim him!" But we fear it is a loss. Come the waters and wash the dim.
Will he make it to Rivendell? For he gasps and closely wavers. His good we cannot darkly veil. But he makes if to the saviors.