(©Vordven 1998)

Under the shelters of Middle-Earth, thrives a beautiful vale, where the streams are as sparkling as glass, that once was a sanctuary for living man. A creation of nature is the vale with ancient wisdom. The entrance to vale was denied forever to black creatures of Mordor. It's the site of elves, mountains and stream, protection of mine. That enchanted vale, wierd in eye of wanderer. Mystical might it hides, the peace rewarding. The dunedain kings grew up there, greater human beings, blessed with long life.

The might of their forefathers was hidden there.
The ring of Barahir, the pieces of Narsil,
The star of mighty Elendil, the scepter powerful of Annuminas,
Starlit night, strengthened by moonlight

The might of their forefathers was hidden there.
The ring of Barahir, the pieces of Narsil,
The star of mighty Elendil, the scepter powerful of Annuminas,
Starlit night, strengthened by moonlight

During the time of the evil Witchking, the Nazgul mightiest of Angmar,
Besieged the vale of Rivendell,
By the death of dunedain and cried
The children of Eru's might.

Finally dawns the age, fourth age of humans.
Then, elven souls get tired of the desperation of Middle-Earth.
The unquenchable yearning over the sea, through harbors of Grey, silently elves sail,
Leaving behind the Rivendell, Middle-Earth

On the greatest moment of despair,
Through Lindon came the elves of Lorien,
With aid of Rivendell's might crused down
The Witchking of Angmar.

Finally dawns the age, fourth age of humans.
Then, elven souls get tired of the desperation of Middle-Earth.
The unquenchable yearning over the sea, through harbors of Grey, silently elves sail,
Leaving behind the Rivendell, Middle-Earth

The might of their forefathers was hidden there.
The ring of Barahir, the pieces of Narsil,
The star of mighty Elendil, the scepter powerful of Annuminas,
Starlit night, strengthened by moonlight

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