Eärendil

Beneath the Moon and under star

he wandered far from strands,

bewildered on enchanted ways

beyond the days of mortal lands.

From gnashing of the Narrow Ice

where shadow lies on hills,

from nether heats and burning waste

he turned in haste, and roving still.

He came unto the timeless halls

where shining fall the countless years,

and endless reigns the Elder King

in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;

and words unheard were spoken then

of folk of Men and Elven-kin.

Beyond the world were visions showed

forbid to those that dwell therein.

He saw the Mountain silent rise

where twilight lies upon

of Valinor, and Eldamar

beheld afar beyond the seas.

He came unto the timeless halls

where shining fall the countless years,

and endless reigns the Elder King

in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;

and words unheard were spoken then

of folk of Men and Elven-kin.

Beyond the world were visions showed

forbid to those that dwell therein.

The Silmaril she bound on him

and crowned him with the light

and dauntless then with burning brow

he turned his prow; in the night

from Otherworld beyond the Sea

strong and free a storm arose,

his boat it bore with biting breath

as might of death across the grey

and long-forsaken seas.

And over Middle-earth he passed

and heard at last the weeping sore

of women and of elven-maids

in Elder Days, in years of yore.

But on him mighty doom was laid,

till Moon should fade, an orbéd star.