Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.
This poem is spoked in a remote, clear voice, crying out from the West, where there was still some faint light, even though the sky to the East was dark and rumbling with thunder.