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The Sea

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling?
The voices of my people gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling.
In Eressea, in Elvenhome, that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!

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  • October 23
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    From guest Nenya (contact)
    Actually, no. It's the song he sang as he was leaving the fellowship. This is after he heard the cry of the gulls...

  • Kya Jaganshi
    January 11, 2006
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    This is the poem that Legolas received as a warning from the Lady Galadriel! like it...