Beneath the fading stars, my heart does weep,
For paths we walk diverge where shadows sleep.
In Celondim's gentle shores, I knew your name,
A Dunadan’s spirit, noble, burning flame.
The sea’s soft whisper calls me to its deep,
While you, the winds of distant lands shall keep.
With steadfast stride you leave these shores behind,
The earth-bound Ranger, with the storm to find.
Oh, mighty heart, so full of noble grace,
The shadowed woods, the mountain’s cold embrace,
Shall know your step, your hand, your blade of steel,
And in your dreams, the winds shall ever steal.
Yet here, where silver waters kiss the shore,
A part of me shall linger, evermore.
The wind may carry songs that none shall hear,
The forest's song shall soften every fear.
My voice shall echo, calling on the breeze,
Through ancient woods and over moonlit seas,
For though you go, my song shall never stray—
In Mithlond's light, forever I shall stay.
So take your leave, brave Ranger of the Wild,
Your journey calls, the ancient road, beguiled.
But know my song, it winds through distant lands,
A gentle thread that ties your heart to sands.
Farewell, kind traveler, my voice shall find its way,
Across the stars, beyond the dawn’s first ray.
