Based Ancient Lore

"He let blow the horns to rally all men to his banner that could come thither, for he thought to make a great shield wall at the last and stand and fight there on foot till all fell, and do deeds of song on the fields of pelennor though no man be left to sing of them in the mark."

'Out of doubt, out of dark, to the days rising,
I came singing in the sun,
To hopes end I rode,
And to heart's breaking,
Now for wrath, now for ruin,
And a red nightfall!'

"Some future day shall crown us, the masters of the main,
Our ships shall speak in thunder, to England, France and Spain..."

Taken from an 18th Century U.S. War Song, ('Free America') set to the tune of "The British Grenadiers"

Then many quailed; but Fëanor hardened his heart and said: "We have sworn, and not lightly. This oath we will keep. We are threatened with many evils, and treason not least; but one thing is not said: that we shall suffer from cowardice, from cravens or the fear of cravens. Therefore I say that we will go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda."

when the messengers reported to Manwe the answers of Feanor to his
heralds Manwe wept and bowed his head. But at that last word of Feanor: that at the least the Noldor should do deeds to live in song for ever: he raised his head, as one that hears a voice afar off, and he said: ‘So shall it be! Dear-bought those songs shall be accounted, and yet shall be well-bought. For the price could be no other. Thus, even as Eru spoke to us, shall beauty not before conceived be brought into Ea, and evil yet be good to have been.’

“There suddenly upon a ridge appeared a rider, clad in white, shining in the rising sun. Over the low hills the horns were sounding. Behind him, hastening down the long slopes, were a thousand men on foot; their swords were in their hands. Amid them strode a man tall and strong. His shield was red. As he came to the valley’s brink, he set to his lips a great black horn and blew a ringing blast. ‘Erkenbrand!’ the Riders shouted. 'Erkenbrand!’ Down from the hills leaped Erkenbrand, lord of Westfold."

A sword rang as it was drawn. 'Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.'

'Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!'

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed.... 'But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.'

-the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and her bright hair... gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes.