[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.