Frodo's Lament

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When evening in the Shire was grey§0 §0 §0his footsteps on the Hill were heard;§0 §0 §0before the dawn he went away§0 §0 §0on journey long without a word.

From Wilderland§0 §0to Western shore,§0 §0 §0from northern waste to southern hill,§0 §0 §0through dragon-lair and hidden door§0 §0 §0and darkling woods§0 §0he walked at will.

With Dwarf and Hobbit,§0 §0Elves and Men,§0 §0 §0with mortal and immortal folk,§0 §0 §0with bird on bough and beast in den,§0 §0 §0in their own secret tongues he spoke.

A deadly sword,§0 §0a healing hand,§0 §0 §0a back that bent§0 §0beneath its load;§0 §0 §0a trumpet-voice,§0 §0a burning brand,§0 §0 §0a weary pilgrim§0 §0on the road.

A lord of wisdom§0 §0throned he sat,§0 §0 §0swift in anger,§0 §0quick to laugh;§0 §0 §0an old man§0 §0in a battered hat§0 §0 §0who leaned upon§0 §0a thorny staff.

He stood upon§0 §0the bridge alone§0 §0 §0and Fire and Shadow§0 §0both defied;§0 §0 §0his staff was broken§0 §0on the stone,§0 §0 §0in Khazad-dûm§0 §0his wisdom died.