But Rhunedhel swore, and swore in blood
That if there were any way that he could
He would capture the villain and bring him to vengeance
Or at least to a court and the hobbits' justice.

But the villain has fled to a distant land
Far from the reach of Rhunedhel's hand.
And he knows (unlike Clip) one vital lesson:
Not to risk his life for a moment of passion.

O Eru, Iluvatar, bright distant Lord,
Clip's and the murderer's lives both are yours.
Remember, bright Lord, Clip's red blood crying
From the shuddering earth as he lay there dying.

And yet I will trust that beyond the veil
Of these mortal lands where evil prevails
That Clip still lives and laughs and loves
And sings with the Ainur in your presence above.