The Riddle from Eru- Lord of the RingsDark threat of Morgoth grow, soon to wilt, yet does not go,More Like This
Tho’ battle won costs are great, one being that of Isildur’s fate.
Lost for long, but found again,
No light shines underneath, this snowy den,
For darkness thrives, in this place, untraveled by men.
Comfort loving no more, O drake O’ fire answers the door
Nearby land is under death.
Do not worry, nor despair, for a hero resides there.
Now the beginning of the end,
Once again of comfort he rise, with the fate of Isildur around his neck.
Others come forth to protect middle earth one of each and every free.
Ten set off but one must die for this is how the fates lye.
In the end light shall rise and in Valar you shall be with your prize