The Middle-Earth aesthetic | Mirkwood |
Silvan Elves, Wood Elves
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves
the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool,
and wind is in the West.
When summer warms the hanging fruit
and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white,
and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells,
though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun,
because my land is best!