“Long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built a great watch-tower, Amon Sul they called it... Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Gil-galad, in the days of the Last Alliance…”

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.

“I remember well the splendour of their banners. It recalled to me the glory of the Elder Days and the hosts of Beleriand, so many great princed and captains were assembled. And yet not so many, nor so fair, as when Thangorodrim was broken...”

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven’s field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.

“I was the herald of Gil-galad and marched with his host. I was at the Battle of Dagorland before the Black Gate of Mordor, where we had the mastery: for the Spear of Gil-galad and the Sword of Elendil, Aiglos and Narsil, none could withstand. I beheld the last combat on the slopes of Orodruin, where Gil-galad died...”

But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are.