Aragorn Son Of Arathorn (Rivendell)

Through Forests deep and? His? mighty? ? in his face In his eyes a glooming blaze ? the crown of his Father and Gondor Throne On his side brights the sword of Elendil The Ancient? 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 from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. In Minas Tirith stands his throne The? of Gondor is his? Through, through forests deep And? his pride His crowless might Through? his? ? in the face In the face, in his eyes A glooming blaze 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 from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. On, on his side? The mighty sword Of Elendil, of Elendil The Ancient Glory