Farewell: The Last Dawn

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, Far over wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, With foes ahead, behind us dread, Until at last our toil be passed, our errand sped, our journey done, To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and waste we ride in haste, And whither then we cannot tell. Seldom have walked the feet of men Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sing: the last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea. His sword was long, his lance was keen, his shining helm was seen; the countless stars of heaven's field were mirrored in his shield. But long ago he rode away, and where he dwell none can say; for into darkness fell his star in Mordor where shadows are.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

The road goes ever on and on, out from the door of where it began. And now far ahead the road has gone, let others follow it who can. The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can! Pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. The road goes ever on and on, out from the door of where it began. And now far ahead the road has gone, let others follow it who can! And let them a journey new begin, but I at last with weary feet will turn towards the lighted inn, evening-rest and sleep to meet. The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can! Pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. Is it a new road or a secret gate? The day will come at last for me, when I shall take the hidden paths that run West of the moon and east of the sun. The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can! Pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. The road goes ever on and on, out from the door of where it began. And now far ahead the road has gone, let others follow it who can. And let them a journey new begin, but I at last with weary feet will turn towards the lighted inn, evening-rest and sleep to meet. Is it a new road or a secret gate? The day will come at last for me, when I shall take the hidden paths that run West of the moon and east of the sun.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Beneath the moon and under star he wandered far from strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands. From gnashing of the narrow Ice where shadow lies on hills, from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and rowing still. He came unto the timeless halls where shining fall the countless years, and endless reigns the Elder King in Ilmarin on mountain sheer; and words unheard were spoken then of folk of men and Elven-kin. Beyond the world were visions showed forbid to those that dwell therein. He saw the mountain silent rise where twilight lies upon of Valinor, and Eldamar beheld afar beyond the seas. He came unto the timeless halls where shining fall the countless years, and endless reigns the Elder King in Ilmarin on mountain sheer; and words unheard were spoken then of folk of men and Elven-kin. Beyond the world were visions showed forbid to those that dwell therein. The Silmaril she bound on him and crowned him with the light and dauntless then with burning brow he turned his prow; in the night from otherworld beyond the sea strong and free a storm arose, his boat it bore with biting breath as might of death across the grey and long-forsaken seas. And over Middle-Earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore of women and of elven-maids in Elder days, in years of yore. But on him mighty doom was laid, till moon should fade, an orbéd star.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Ho, ho, ho, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, and many miles be still to go, but under a tall tree I will lie!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know! Leave the halls and caverns deep, Leave the northern mountains steep, Where the forest wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim! Float beyond the world of trees Out into the whispering breeze, Past the rushes, past the reeds, Past the marsh's waving weeds, Through the mist that riseth white Up from mere and pool at night! Follow, follow stars that leap Up the heavens cold and steep; Turn when dawn comes over land, Over rapid, over sand, South away! and South away! Seek the sunlight and the day, Back to pasture, back to mead, Where the king and oxen feed! Back to gardens on the hills Where the berry swells and fills Under sunlight, under day! South away! and South away! Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know! Leave the halls and caverns deep, Leave the northern mountains steep

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of ireon and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The sundering seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025