The Heirs of Gondor Oh Aragorn,
I never will forget my Knights
Now Aragorn,
Out on the snow one day
I can see us,
I can see now
End
aka Boromir's Song to Aragorn
A Filk to the tune of Don Henley's Boys of Summer
by The Bardess
azgul on the road
Led by the dread King-Witch.
So you're Isildur's Heir?
Well, isn't that a bitch.
Sauron's Ring—a Fellowship
Nine Walkers all alone.
I speak for all of Gondor
Even though it's your Throne
You may be Arathorn's son,
You're a mere ranger now
Allied to Elrond.
And I can tell you
The Reign of Stewards has been strong
now that the Kings of Gondor are gone.
The White City's the stuff of dreams,
Remember how the banners flew,
Think of how the City screams.
Now I don't understand what happened to Sauron
But I wanna get that Ring back
I gonna thrash that lidless moron
You may be Arathorn's son
I see you side with Elrond
because you want Arwen
and I can tell you my love for
war may still be strong
After Sauron of Mordor is gone.
I saw wee Frodo nearly lose that cursed Ring.
A little voice inside my head said
"Pick it up—it's just a little thing."
I though I knew what strength was,
What did I know?
This Ring is Sauron's Evil,
I should just let it go but...
with Narsil shining in the sun,
We'll get our Heirlooms back—Barahir's ring, maybe
and I can tell you, Denethor'll can't last too long,
Unless the threat from Mordor is gone
My rightful King you may yet be
Let's use the Ring on Sauron
Why can't I make you see?
Can you tell me Minas Tirith will yet live on
If ever the Heirs of Gondor are gone.
