Ove dve su mi omiljene, ali ne mogu pronaci verzije na nasem jeziku:
The last march of the Ents
Earth shakes.
Stone breaks.
The forest is at your door.
The dark sleep is broken.
The woods have awoken.
The trees have gone to war.
Roots rend,
wood bends.
The Ents have answered the call.
Through branches now the wind sings.
Feel the power of living things.
The trees have gone to war...
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GilGalad was an elven king,
of him the harpers sadly sing.
The last whose realm was fair and free,
between the mountains and the sea.
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.
But long ago he road away
where he dwelleth none can say.
For into Darkness fell his star,
in the land of Mordor where the shadows are...