Was flipping though text looking for ideas and nearly started another reread. Whoops. Gotta be careful when approaching Tolkien's texts.
Taken hostage from my home
Then taken to the South,
I don't excel, I do not roam,
And silence on my mouth.
But comes the time to test my worth,
To right a dreadful wrong,
Because I am returning North
And sing a different song:
An ancient song of fright, and flame,
Or terror, enemies, and stir.
To that old song can you give name?
And to your humble minister?