Pshhh, I realized now that all this time I'e been reading
Anor as
Arnor.
Anyways, since I guess that makes me the next riddler, I came up with this mess that is either incredibly easy or incredibly obscure.
In three different places
We ride different steeds,
From three different races
We hail with great deeds.
I have not met you
For you've gone away;
Though one may have been here,
'Twas not in my day.
Both I and the other
Look just like the first:
Our eyes are afire
As we charge headfirst.
I and the other
Are kings of renown;
The first is a lord
Yet he wears not a crown.
To the foe rides the other;
I ride toward friends;
The first - once great traveller, -
Now stays in his lands.
Blue is other's colour
And my shield is gold.
Our horns call for battle
Like the first's did of old.
Happy riddling!