The world was young, the mountains… No stain yet on the Moon was seen… No words were laid on stream or st… When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and de…

An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with g… Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows,

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 dwarves of yore made mighty sp…

We knew that land once, You and I… and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone by, a dark child and a fair. Was it on the paths of firelight t…

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wi… Deep roots are not reached by the… From the ashes a fire shall be wok…

I sit beside the fire and think of… of meadow-flowers and butterflies… Of yellow leaves and gossamer in a… with morning mist and silver sun a… I sit beside the fire and think of…

Grendel came forth in the dead of… the moon in his eyes shone glassy… as over the moors he strode in mig… until he came to Heorot. Dark lay the dale, the windows sho…

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gol… emptyand leaves of gold there grew… Of wind I sang, a wind there came emptyand in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon,

In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless nigh…

“The leaves were long, the grass w… The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there

“It was early and still in the nig… And few were the stars, and far wa… The drowsy trees drooping, and sil… Shadows woke under them while they… I stole to the window with stealth…

Grim was the world and grey last n… The moon and stars were fled, The hall was dark without song or… The fires were fallen dead.

The world was young, the mountains… No stain yet on the Moon was seen… No words were laid on stream or st… When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and de…

I am off down the road Where the fairy lanterns glowed And the little pretty flitter-mice… A slender band of gray It runs creepily away