Journey's End
In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The
Namárië
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier Mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni Omaryo airetári-lírinen. Sí man i yulma
Earendil
Earendil 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, Of silver were her lanterns made, Her
Elbereth
Snow-white! Snow-white! O lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Sea! O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy
The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon
There is an inn, a merry old inn Beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down One night to drink
Theoden
From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning With thane and captain rode Thengel’s son: To Edoras he came, the ancient halls Of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded; Golden timbers were in gloom mantled. Farewell he bade