Arwen's Gift

Small are the stitches that hold and that bind
In a pattern of promise for all of mankind
A promise of kingship for a world new restored
And an ending of evil from the realm of Mordor

White thread on black cloth like a glimmer of light
A sunrise at morning to drive back the night
Seven the stones that came o'er the sea
Seven these stars crown a noble white tree

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

A gravecloth I'm making whatever may be
A banner for victory, yet a hard legacy
Mine is the choice made once long ago
My life one more stitch in a pattern I'll know

Love is a flame that warms and sheds light
And I'll follow my heart while the candle burns bright
And my line will be mortal and in time I will die
Should in Mordor this banner in victory fly

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

No tears will I shed in the witness of men
Here fall my tears in my fear and my pain
Uncertain this future for weal or for woe
But sure is my fate, a cold grave I will know

Small are the stitches that bind and that hold
From the past to the future, to the new form the old
A blade that was broken yet forged new again
A hope in this day for a new age of men

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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