The wind drifts across the sea
Beckoning and calling me.
Tugging on my Elven hair,
It tries to draw me in.
–
The waves crash against the shore
Seeming to my heart implore:
Come and sail the open seas!
Sail to your true home.
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The sun now begins to set;
As it sinks, my heartstrings fret.
I know I must leave Middle-Earth
And go to distant lands.
–
The Lady of the Golden Wood,
I feel like she said I would:
Restless as the wind and waves
‘Til I should sail the seas.
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The boat is about to leave.
A sigh I am about to heave,
When I turn back, look, and see
My best friend standing there.
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The dwarf is making no sound,
But I see tears fall to the ground.
It pains me to see him cry,
But stay here I cannot.
–
The parting is hard to bear –
Must it be here, or anywhere?
I stoop down to Gimli’s height
And whisper “Come with me.”
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The shore shrinks and fades from sight
And the day turns into night.
I sigh happ’ly as I sail
With Gimli by my side.