the fate of lothlórien

THE FATE OF LOTHLÓRIEN

the ring that ruled

before dawn and day,

o'er summer & an old sun

with its shafts of remebrance;

shall it remain in middle-earth

and the Dark Lord will feed upon all that is green;

shall it become fire from the mountain

and fair lairs will tremble with the wind of age.

but what is to be must be;

all we have left is what we always had:

the power of a single day that is given to us -

one road to fulfill, to live, and to love.

Mythsrandil

‘Come with me, Frodo!’ cried the dwarf…. 'I would not have you go without seeing Kheled-zâram.’ He ran down the long green slope.Frodo followed slowly, drawn by the still blue water….

Beside the standing stone Gimli halted…. 'This pillar marks the spot where Durin first looked in the Mirrormere,’ said the dwarf. 'Let us look ourselves once, ere we go!’

They stooped over the dark water. At first they could see nothing. Then slowly they saw the forms of the encircling mountainsmirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their own stooping forms no shadow could be seen.

'O Kheled-zâram fair and wonderful!’ said Gimli. 'There lies the Crown of Durin till he wakes. Farewell!’

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