In that dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark, A growing thunder echoed through the land, But in the West, a pale light lingered on, Out of it came a voice, remote but clear, Crying out for the Sword that was broken, In Imladris it dwells, where counsel is strong, Stronger than any Morgul spells cast, A token shown that Doom is near at hand, Isildur's Bane shall awaken, a prophecy unfolds, The Halfling forth shall stand, destined to lead, Seek for the Sword that was broken.