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Aragorn: |
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Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows |
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The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. |
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'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? |
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Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?' |
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'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; |
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I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away |
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Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. |
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The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.' |
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'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, |
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But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.' |
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Legolas: |
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From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; |
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The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans. |
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'What news from the South, O sighing wind, |
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do you bring to me at eve? |
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Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.' |
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'Ask not of me where he doth dwell -- so many bones there lie |
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On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; |
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So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. |
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Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!' |
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'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, |
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But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.' |
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Aragorn: |
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From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; |
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And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. |
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'What news from the North, O mighty wind, |
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do you bring to me today? |
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What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.' |
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'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. |
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His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought. |
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His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; |
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And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.' |
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'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze |
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To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.' |
