April 1, 2002
The evil of this time is passing The days where this poem was whispered has faded Into the dark woods where only shadows lie
There once was a hobbit named Pippin.
The lament of a young girl.
O môr henion i dhû Ely siriar, êl síla Ai! Aníron Legolas
This is a song about not giving up, even through the worst of times.
But there was more to the world behind, something that forever polluted his mind.
Oh the fair Land of Lorien.
I feel it hanging on my neck its cold surface against my breast For days so long it haunted my paths and terrorized me when I rest
Much shorter than the old one!
When the cold of winter comes...
The Seer Speaks...
Can you hear it? The song of the past, Whispering on the wind.
A warrior elf Is he in the book Killing those orcs Without backwards look