The Fall of Gil-galad

Gil-galad was an Elven-king
Of him the harpers sadly sing;
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea

His sword was long, his lance was keen
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his silver shield

But long ago he rode away
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are