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Cantos XII

In that vast shadow once of yore
Fingolfin stood: his shield he bore
with field of heaven's blue and star
of crystal shining pale afar.
In overmastering wrath and hate (5)

desperate he smote upon that gate,
the Elvish king, there standing lone,
while endless fortresses of stone
engulfed the thin clear ringing keen
of silver horn on baldric green. (10)

His hopeless challenge dauntless cried
Fingolfin there: 'Come, open wide,
dark king, your ghastly brazen doors!
Come forth, whom earth an heaven abhors!
Come forth, O monstrous craven lord, (15)

and fight with thine own hand and sword,
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls,
thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,
foe of Valar and elvish race!
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!' (20)