#title:Of the Towers White
#author:Aerel the Fair
It’s said that there’re the Towers White
Beneath the mountains far,
Beneath the hea'ens of moonlight bright
Where dwelleth many a star.
Upon the heath of Westerland,
Beneath the dusky sky,
Upon the failing hoary strand
The gulls there sighing fly.
The sea is dark, the sails are lost,
The towers standing grey
Like spike of old neath heavy frost,
When people passed away.
#title:Please Take me with Ye
In a morning wan I woke up early,
While Orcs are plund’ring by.
O rangers brave, please take me with ye,
For I feel the death is nigh.
If there I fall in battles bloody,
In peace please let me lie,
And plant a beauteous flower with me
Neath silent mountains high.
If people pass there by my body,
“What a blossom fair!' they'll sigh,
“To rangers brave belongs her beauty,
For Gondor did he die.”