Saturday, January 10, 2009

Strider at the Prancing Pony

Aragorn's Lay
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not touched by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

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