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Or the curse of the silent road

A Vision I knew that place once. In my vision, in my dream. Perhaps it was the same thing. I saw a bluish town alongside of the great sea. Its wall..

For the guide of my soul.

This inner world of mine, under the resting shadows of my secret garden, where the little purpple flowers swings in the warm wind and many bird..

O sweet Luthien Dancer of Doriath Her loveliness as a fresh new spring, as a flowers immortal, as a song too beautiful for Outer Worlds. ..

Where echoes the haunting sounds of a pipe yet unheard and a ghostly form have been seen! The days long gone and forgotten and a mournful moors ..

So I tell you about one, stormy restless souls’ night. 'No mortal eyes had set its gaze on it and lived to tell it about.'

When I am gone remember what I said cherish all memories Do not hold back the tears let them come And smile with the sureness that my s..

Nimrodel's searching for Amroth

Of Men and the first rising of The Sun in Middle-earth.