No Matter How this Ends

Everyone has left me.
Pippin and Gandalf to Gondor;
Frodo and Sam to Mordor;
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are gone too.
King Theoden told me I may not fight
Because I am too small in hight.
But I want to fight
Fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.

I ride to Gondor.
With Eowyn, who let me ride with her.
We ride to Gondor in the dim light.
When I reach the City, will I find the courage to fight?
Fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.

I fight.
The lower levels of Minas Tirith are in flames.
I fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.

The Nazgul comes,
Dark as night.
Bringing ruin, bringing fright.
Theoden King falls under his horse.
The Nazgul aproaches him.
I close my eyes in fear.
But a familiar voice I hear.
I see Eowyn standing fearing no pain.
Her arm is broken.
She should not die, not unaided;
I stab the fell thing.
For Theoden, for Eowyn, for all my friends.
No matter how this ends.

On the ground I lay.
My arm is cold and numb.
I wonder now if I shall live to see a new day.
This is most likely the end.
I did fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.

I hear a familiar voice echoing in my ears.
Somehow casting down my fears.
It is Pippin.
He came to find me.
I am now with my friend.
No matter how this will end.