the meadows by the Great River before the world was grey.At length a silence fell and they heard the music of the waterfall running sweetly in the shadows. Almost Frodo fancied that he could hear a voice singing mingled with the sound of the water.'Do you hear the voice of Nimrodel? ' asked Legolas. 'I will sing you a song of the maiden Nimrodel who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived lung ago. It is a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is how it runs in the Westron Speech as some in Rivendell now sing it.' In a soft voice hardly to be heard amid the rustle of the leaves above them he began:An Elven-maid there was of oldA shining star by day:Her mantle white was hemmed with goldHer shoes of silver-grey.A star was bound upon her browsA light was on her hairAs sun upon the golden boughsIn Lórien the fair.Her hair was long her limbs were whiteAnd fair she was and free,vans caps;And in the wind she went as lightAs leaf of linden-tree.Beside the falls of NimrodelBy water clear and coolHer voice as falling silver fellInto the shining pool.Where now she wanders none can tellIn sunlight or in shade;For lost of yore was NimrodelAnd in the mountains strayed.The elven-ship in haven greyBeneath the mountain-leeAwaited her for many a dayBeside the roaring sea.A wind by night in Northern landsArose and loud it criedAnd drove the ship from elven-strandsAcross the streaming tide.When dawn came dim the land was lostThe mountains sinking greyBeyond the heaving waves that tossedTheir plumes of blinding spray.Amroth beheld the fading shoreNow low beyond the swellAnd cursed the faithless ship that boreHim far from Nimrodel,vans skate.Of old he was an Elven-kingA lord of tree and glenWhen golden were the boughs in springIn fair Lothlórien.From helm to sea they saw him leapAs arrow from the stringAnd dive into the water deepAs mew upon the wing.The wind was in his flowing hairThe foam about him shone,where to buy vans shoes in uk;Afar they saw him strong and fairGo riding like a swan.But from the West has come no wordAnd on the Hither ShoreNo tidings Elven-folk have heardOf Amroth evermore.The voice of Legolas faltered and the song ceased. 'I cannot sing any more' he said. 'That is but a part for I have forgotten much. It is long and sad for it tells how sorrow came upon Lothlórien Lórien of the Blossom when the Dwarves awakened evil in the mountains.''But the Dwarves did not make the evil' said Gimli.'I said not so; yet evil came' answered Legolas sadly. 'Then many of the Elves of Nimrodel's kindred left their dwellings and departed and she was lost far in the South in the passes of the White Mountains; and she came not to the ship where Amroth her lover waited for her. But in the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the falls that bear her name. And when the wind is in the South the voice of Amroth comes up from the sea; for Nimrodel flows into Silverlode that Elves call Celebrant and Celebrant into Anduin the Great. and Anduin flows into the Bay of Belfalas whence the Elves of Lórien set sail. But neither Related articles:

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