The dwarves, riders and the elf
Passed under the mountain dark and tall,
Within copper, iron and mithril's glimmer
Hasteful were the steps of the rider.
Down they descended deep into the Mines,
To Moria, the Great Delving of Dwarves
Blade, arrow, axe and the hilt's glitter
They walked as the tunnels darkened ever.
At the Mountain's end they departed
With blessings and words of farewell
The dwarves in their ancient home,
The elf and the riders with tales to tell.
They passed under star and leaf,
Golden the glimmer in the shadows
Nimrodel's song was heard on the water clear
Ever flowing as the falling leaves gather.
Under eyes watchful in the land fairest
Pity to the young rider.
For he was not to see the light
Neither of trees nor the host of the Ever-white.
Now came parting at the eaves
Of the Laurelindórenan ever bright
They exchanged words and wishes
Before the hooves thundered and the steed
Rode South with the winds.
"Fare thee well friend!
Ride to your home like the dawning light over the dark of the night.
Namárië!"
