“That’s Strider in the corner – he’s an odd one, no mistake!
He vanishes for months on end; who knows what road he’ll take.
He don’t say much, and folk round here are wary of his gaze –
There’s plenty strange things happening, and weird tales around, these days!”
“O Barliman! They cannot see the white light on his brow,
The flickering flame which crowns him – or they would not doubt him now!
As Aragorn, King Elessar, he comes to claim his throne,
The day is drawing near when he will make his purpose known.”
“He’s come and gone as long as most of us here can recall –
The years go by yet he don’t seem to age that much at all!
He’s one of them there Rangers from up North by Deadman’s Dike,
A mystery man; and yet I can’t find nothing to dislike!”
“A legend sprung to life, he will fulfil his destiny –
In Minas Tirith’s courtyard, white will bloom brave Gondor’s tree,
And all will shout as they behold their King so just and fair
‘The Broken Sword is forged again! All hail, Isildur’s heir!’”
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