More Middle-earth Holiday Carols
1. We Three Men
To the tune “We Three Kings,” the Rohirrim sing as they ride to the Pelennor Field.
We three men of Théoden king
Riding south to Gondor, we sing
Come from Helm’s Deep, naught will us keep
From what help we might bring.
O, king of Rohan, now in might
Lead us to a merry fight
Southward leading, still proceeding
Going into Mordor’s night.
Marshal of the éored I,
Elfhelm, make my enemies fly.
Striking firmly, naught shall turn me,
Under the sunlit sky.
Holbytla, and Merry’s my name,
Théoden’s page, determined, I came
On the riding, ever hiding.
Valor shall bring me fame.
Name me Dernhelm, you may assume
Though I’m young, I follow my doom.
Fighting for my king, ready for dying,
Fearing no stone-cold tomb.
Mighty now behold him arise
Calling out a warrior’s cries,
“Fell deeds awake, spears we now shake!”
Destiny he defies.
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.