Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven´s field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth, that none can say

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