...and in the Glade a Light Was Seen
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Roads go ever ever on Over rock and under tree By caves where never sun has shone By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown And through the merry flowers of June Over grass and over stone And under mountains in the moon Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in thе halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long havе known Roads go ever ever on Over rock and under tree By caves where never sun has shone By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown And through the merry flowers of June Over grass and over stone And under mountains in the moon
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
The King beneath the mountains The King of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall be restrung His halls shall echo golden To songs of yore re-sung The woods shall wave on mountains And grass beneath the sun; His wealth shall flow in fountains And the rivers golden run The streams shall run in gladness The lakes shall shine and burn All sorrow fail and sadness At the Mountain-king's return! The King beneath the mountains The King of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall be restrung His halls shall echo golden To songs of yore re-sung
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
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"You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass! You cannot pass I say, back to your darkness! Back from this bridge, or I shall plunge you into the abyss. Then fall, spawn of Melkor, fall! Fly you fools!" When evening in the Shire was grey His footsteps on the Hill were heard Before the dawn he went away On journey long without a word From Wilderland to Western shore From Northern waste to Southеrn hill Through dragon-lair and hidden door And darkling woods he walked at will With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elvеs and Men With mortal and immortal folk With bird on bough and beast in den In their own secret tongues he spoke A deadly sword, a healing hand A back that bent beneath its load A trumpet-voice, a burning brand A weary pilgrim on the road A lord of wisdom throned he sat Swift in anger, quick to laugh And old man in a battered hat Who leaned upon a thorny staff He stood upon the bridge alone And Fire and Shadow both defied His staff was broken on the stone In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died He stood upon the bridge alone And Fire and Shadow both defied His staff was broken on the stone In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day To seek our pale enchanted gold The mountain smoked beneath the moon The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom They fled the hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon Far over the Misty Mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day To win our harps and gold from him!
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed But not yet weary are our feet Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone Tree and flower, leaf and grass Let them pass! Let them pass! Hill and water under sky Pass them by! Pass them by! Tree and flower, leaf and grass Let thеm pass! Let them pass! Hill and water undеr sky Pass them by! Pass them by! Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though we pass them by today Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe Let them go! Let them go! Sand and stone and pool and dell Fare you well! Fare you well! Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe Let them go! Let them go! Sand and stone and pool and dell Fare you well! Fare you well! Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Then world behind and home ahead We'll wander back to home and bed Then world behind and home ahead We'll wander back to home and bed Mist and twilight, cloud and shade Away shall fade! Away shall fade! Fire and lamp and meat and bread And then to bed! And then to bed! Mist and twilight, cloud and shade Away shall fade! Away shall fade! Fire and lamp and meat and bread And then to bed! And then to bed!
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
An Elven-maid there was of old A shining star by day Her mantle white was hemmed with gold Her shoes of silver-grey A star was bound upon her brows A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lórien the fair Her hair was long, her limbs were white And fair she was and free And in the wind she went as light As leaf of linden-tree Beside the falls of Nimrodel By water clear and cool Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool Where now she wanders none can tell In sunlight or in shade For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide When dawn came dim the land was lost The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
My star, I saw it high and far At the parting of the ways A light on the edge of the outer night Like silver set ablaze Where the round world plunges steeply down But on the old roads goes As an unseen bridge that on arches runs To coasts that no man knows I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men Long lost to where no pathway goes But where they bloom those flowers fair In what air or land they grow What words beyond the world I heard If you would seek for know In a boat then, brother, far afloat You must labour in the sea And find yourself things out of mind: You will learn no more of me I would not find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows Nor seek in mountains dark the landscapes of the men Of long lost to where no pathway goes There the twain enfolded Phantom twilight, phantom twilight And dim the mazes dark, unholy I would never find the burning domes and sands Where reigns the sun, nor dare the snows Nor seek in mountains dark, the landscapes of the men Long lost to whom no pathway goes
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026