Ballad of the Tower Guard, The
1. The Ballad of the Tower Guard
Fearless men a sword to wield.
Men who mean their every word.
The brave men of the Citadel guard.
Put silver trees upon their chests.
These are men they’re Gondor’s best.
One hundred men will the Steward assay
but few will serve the Tower Guard way.
Trained to live off Ithilian’s land;
trained as sword’s men under Steward’s command.
Men who fight both fast and hard.
Courage speaks of the Citadel guard.
With silver trees upon their chests,
these are men they’re Gondor’s best.
One hundred men the Steward will see
but very few will a Tower Guard be.
In Minas Tirith a young maid waits,
her Citadel Guard has met his fate.
He has died for those distressed,
leaving her this last request.
Put the silver tree on my son’s chest.
Make him one of Gondor’s best.
He’ll be a man they’ll test one day.
Have him follow the Tower Guard’s way.
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