Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
The winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
'this evil in the Wild to fare.
I Sit Beside the Fire and Think...
' I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times that were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.'
The Fall of Gil-galad, a lay (excerpts remembered by Sam)
"Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly 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 afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are."
Seek for the Sword that was broken..
Seek for the Sword that was broken,
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken,
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's bane shall be waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.