One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light form the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Suddenly a low voice murmured:
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.