Said the King to his son,
‘The greatest war hath near begun
Take up sword, take up bow
Follow me whence I go.’
Said the son to the King,
‘Why bother quarrel for some ring?
Safe in tree, safe in cave
But battlefields hardly save.’
Said the father to the Prince,
‘I’ve no intention to convince
You disagree, I disallow
Follow me afield now.’
Said the Prince to his father,
‘I hardly see why I ought bother
You wage a war I cannot win
O’er Noldor pride, and Noldor sin.’
Said Oropher to Thranduil,
‘Listen my son, and listen well
War is upon us, war will come here
If we turn blind eye and cower in fear.’
Said the father to his son,
‘You are my heir, my only one
Follow me and follow through
If I should fall, they must follow you.’