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Poem about fair Rivendell



The poem lies written on an old parchment Turuviel happened to find among the recipies for potions she was studying in the library of Lord Elrond. The first stanza is of a different handwrite, proof this was the work of at least two authors, or maybe one of the countless songs whose author remains unknown that scholars tired of study found joy to paint with letters of a searched grace. Whatever migth be the history of this song without title, its words still reflect the peacefull beauty of Rivendell.

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To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and wild one rides in haste, To find the peace the stories tell.

All worthy of a peinter's quill, For who in long the time stood still, The Eldar laugh and sing about Their valley of no ill.

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The flowers shine of morning dew, The eyes one sees on road are few, More see him yet he's not aware, For worthy souls the path is there.

The lillies far perfume the air, The song of wind hides steps with care, Their arrows do not shine in sun - Shades guarding Rivendell the fair

The path is dim unless you knew Yet your true heart will now guide you, Bows will stand low and let you pass Beneath the shades of rock and yew.

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To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and wild one rides in haste, To find the peace the stories tell.

All worthy of a painter's quill, For who in long the time stood still, The Eldar laugh and sing about Their valley of no ill.

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Come share the wine that strength returns! Trough song and word one wisdom earns. Step in the halls where Elrond rules Where warm is thought and fire burns!

Ride up the ivy covered slope - Green leafed and branches thick as rope. Slim poles uphold the vaults that lodge The fire of all hope.

Leave bitterness and shield outside, To joy and hope your heart confide! This nigth's for joy, is not the day To meet the darkness tide!

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In Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and wild one rides in haste, To find the peace the stories tell.

All worthy of a painter's quill For who in long the time stood still The Eldar laugh and sing about Their valley of no ill.

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The songs of old pour strength in arm, The glory past still casts its charm, The shield of pride will bravely stand Against malice and harm!

Your sword of old anew will glow, Swift arrow rain will cast your bow, And hammers will reforge the world A thunder with each blow!

The morning might ignite this fight But all is song and peace this night.. Before the darkness strikes anew Come, fill your heart with light!

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In Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, Through moor and wild one rides in haste, To find the peace the stories tell

All worthy of a painter's quill, For who in long the time stood still, The Eldar laugh and sing about Their valley of no ill..