Anduril

Before the very gates of Mordor the army is assembled. Brave hearts are beating wildly as fair hands reach for bejeweled blades; and every fair warrior knows it has all been leading... to this!

Broken halves are made as one
The works of Sauron come undone
The halfling's ring is going home

Blade of the West, you see the host assembled
And though we fall may lords of light
Remember our names

Blade of the West, Sword of Light, Sword of Westernesse