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Three Rings for the Elven-kings u… Seven for the Dwarf-lords in thei… Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die… One for the Dark Lord on his dark… In the Land of Mordor where the…
Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; her sails he wove of silver fair,
“It was early and still in the nig… And few were the stars, and far wa… The drowsy trees drooping, and sil… Shadows woke under them while they… I stole to the window with stealth…
“The leaves were long, the grass w… The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wi… Deep roots are not reached by the… From the ashes a fire shall be wok…
I know a window in a western tower That opens on celestial seas, And wind that has been blowing rou… Comes to nestle in its tossing dra… It is a white tower builded in the…
We knew that land once, You and I… and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone by, a dark child and a fair. Was it on the paths of firelight t…
The Man in the Moon had silver sh… And his beard was of silver thread… He was girt with pure gold and ina… With gold about his head. Clad in silken robe in his great w…
In unknown days my fathers’ sires Came, and from son to son took roo… Among the orchards and the river-m… And the long grasses of the fragra… Many a summer saw they kindle yell…
Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone… By streams that never find the sea… Over snow by winter sown,
Grim was the world and grey last n… The moon and stars were fled, The hall was dark without song or… The fires were fallen dead.
The world was young, the mountains… No stain yet on the Moon was seen… No words were laid on stream or st… When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and de…
I sit beside the fire and think of… of meadow-flowers and butterflies… Of yellow leaves and gossamer in a… with morning mist and silver sun a… I sit beside the fire and think of…
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gol… emptyand leaves of gold there grew… Of wind I sang, a wind there came emptyand in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon,
