Never a King

Never asking for more than he deserved.
Never wanting to be who he was.
Always wondering if he would fail.
Always hidden in shadow & veil.

Never a King of Gondor he felt.
Never a hero to people he met.
Always a Ranger of the North in his heart.
Aways a hero, even though he thought not.

Never an enemy.
Never greed was his need.
Always a friend.
Always pure were his deeds.

He was not a King,
though by blood he thus had right.
Exile he had chosen,
not wanting his throne held on high.

Yet he journyed afar,
to challenge Sauron.
Ranger of the North,
now upon the tall throne,
with love of the land
and Gondor like home.

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