Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles; to the tombs of Kings
doom approaches. The Dead awaken:
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;

Oh my dear Conflict. Your time in the Shire has finally reached its conclusion. Your remarks have no place in our world and thus, neither have you. It has been a long, treacherous journey, but alas such ignorance belongs elsewhere. Fairwell young hobbit, may your future path be filled with blessings and joy. I will not be replying to this post or any private messages.

At the Stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall be horn? Who shall call them
from grey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:
he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.