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BOROMIR's History | The Weight of Honor | Tolkien's World in Songs

A tragic medieval ballad about Boromir of Gondor — a man shaped by duty, fear, love for his people, and a fatal moment of weakness, followed by redemption through sacrifice. This song tells the story of honor under unbearable weight, where a man falls not from greed, but from the desire to protect what he loves most. Part of Tolkien’s World in Songs, a fan-made musical retelling of Middle-earth through ancient and dark musical forms. Lyrics: Son of the city, of marble and white, A warrior of Gondor, a beacon of might. He left his fair home with a burden of pride, To find where the secrets of shadows abide. But the glitter of gold left a scar on his mind, A madness that only the Ring-bearer finds. Beneath the tall pines where the grey river flows, The seed of a darkness within his heart grows. "Give me the Ring!" he cried in his daze, Lost in the smoke and the golden-red haze. But the Halfling was gone, like mist in the wood, And Boromir woke where the ancient trees stood. He wept in the grass, he cried to the sky, As the shadow of Sauron went flickering by. "What have I done?" said the noble and brave, While the wind brought the sound of the orc and the knave. Blow the Horn of Gondor! A cry of silver bright, Fading away in the coming of night. Three blasts for the tower, three blasts for the hall, Echoing softly through the shadow's fall. Captain of Gondor, in honor and pain, Your blood is now washing the grass like the rain. A thousand black arrows came down from the height, As the Uruk-hai swarmed in the pale, fading light. He stood like a mountain, he fought like a king, Protecting the small ones from death’s bitter sting. With a body of iron and a soul made of fire, He fought till the arrows fulfilled their desire. Then Strider arrived to catch his last breath, In the cold and the silence of coming death. "I would have followed you, my King, to the end," Whispered the warrior, the brother, the friend. "I have failed our people," he said with a sigh, But Aragorn promised that hope wouldn't die. The peace took his hand, the madness was gone, As he looked to the West for the coming of dawn. The Ring has no power, the spirit is free, Resting at last by the side of the sea. The Anduin carries his boat to the deep... Where the heroes of Gondor eternally sleep. Farewell, Boromir... Captain of Men. #middleearth #aragorn #lordoftherings #tolkien