As I look upon these ruins, I stop and pause
To remember the great kingdom that Númenor was
Kings performing brave deeds sung
Rich tapestries on golden walls hung-
Where once princes played in the breeze,
There now grows nought but Rowan trees.
Carven pillars and crumbling battlements
Brave warriors and forgotten sentiments
Tales that went down in history
Now seem to be enshrouded in mystery.
But where, oh where, is Numenor now?
The splendor is lost, but I know not how
The deeds of its people, if remembered these days,
Are only those that are sung as lays
Now all have forgotten Numenor’s glory
Save a few who remember it in a story.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.