Eagle of the Star

   • A tale of Heroes  

From the shadows of the North he came,
A wanderer cloaked, seeking neither glory or fame,
Silent stride through the courts of kings,
A captain born with the wind in his wings.
By moonlit march and by torchlit war,
He carved his name on every shore,
The soldiers whispered in awe and fear:
"Thorongil, the Eagle is here!"

Steel clashes loud in the desert night,
Where black sails burn with a rising light,
And every foe who dared to stand—
Fell beneath his guiding hand.

Eagle of the Star!
Rider of the storm afar,
With a fire that none withstand,
And justice burning in your hand.
Eagle of the Star!
Lift the fallen, break the bar,
Lead the brave through blood and scar—
Mighty Thorongil, shining star!

On the battlements the horns would cry,
When his banner rose against the sky,
Swift was his sword as a lightning gleam,
A storm unleashed on the Captain’s scream.
No crown he sought, no throne he claimed,
Yet every heart by courage tamed—
He fought for freedom, he fought for right,
A hidden flame in the dying light.

Through fire and shadow he strode alone,
A king unrecognized, unknown,
Yet in his eyes the dawn would rise—
A fate concealed in warrior’s guise.

Eagle of the Star!
Rider of the storm afar,
With a fire that none withstand,
And justice burning in your hand.
Eagle of the Star!
Lift the fallen, break the bar,
Lead the brave through blood and scar—
Mighty Thorongil, shining star!

In the silence after war,
When the black ships burned no more,
He turned his gaze to distant lands,
Let destiny call with unseen hands.
The soldiers asked, “Who rides away?”
But only the wind had words to say…
A whisper carried through the dark:
"He bears the ring, he bears the mark…"

Eagle of the Star!
Your name shall echo near and far—
For when the shadows fall again,
A king shall rise to lead all Men.
Eagle of the Star!
Your truth now breaks the iron bar—
The hidden crown beneath the scar…
Thorongil… Aragorn you are!