RIP Bernard Hill

[Palanan]

He goes to his fathers....

[IthilanorStPete]

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.



For he was a gentle heart and a great king and kept his oaths; and he rose out of the shadows to a last fair morning.

He goes now to his fathers, in whose mighty company he shall not now be ashamed. Rest in peace.