The Tolkien Ensemble

The Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot

The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment