[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.