[ARWEN] Undulávë ilyë Tier lomé; Ar caita mornië sindanóriello I falmalinnar imbë met, Oialë
At the edge of darkness Hope is whispering still, Tender, unerring, Gently stirring.
Memories unfurling in the mind. Warm wind from a far, forgotten country, Long left behind. Wandering the empty road, In twilight's silver shade, Following the hidden paths Lonely and afraid. Let the sunlight free the heart, Forever bound to roam, And let the waking morning find The weary traveller returning home.