![]() |
![]() |
About Us![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
|
![]() |
I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us; fair they wrought us; high they builded us; but they are gone. My eyes see the holly-trees' thickly-clustered berries but my mind sees a tall city, streets thronged with hosts of fair Elven-folk. As I watch, I see it fall in flames and war and hear the clash of steel and a hundred voices crying out in loss, They are gone. In the cold, thin winter sun, I shiver in pity and dread. Soon may travellers in all Middle-earth hear only this lament of trees and stones. They are gone… |
![]() | |
<< Back | Next >> |
Leave Review | |
Home Search Chapter List |