Open Hands....

Open Hands....

Ai! Laurie Lantas lassi surinen......

Ah! Like Gold fall the leaves in the wind....
Long years numberless as the wings of trees....
The Long years have passed like Swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.

Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it.

Farewell!


Galadriels song of Eldamar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TU0hE47hS0