Sunlight dances through the leaves. Soft winds stir the sighing trees. Lying in the warm grass. Feel the sun upon your face Eleven songs and endless nights. Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights. T
tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell. In glades beneath the misty fell. Through moor and waste we ride in haste,. And whither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead, behind us dread,. Beneath the sky