Half unknown to himself: the regret;
Especially in the autumn, about the wild lands.
Into his dreams,
Strange visions of mountains never seen,
They had no name…
I shall cross one day: the other half replied,
He looked at maps and wondered
What lay beyond their edges,
Wandering by himself, a year and a day.
Passing westward through the woods in the evening;
Passing and not returning,
Its end at the Grey Havens.
A shadow in the background of their memories,
Long after all the true events were forgotten.
(From the first few pages of “A Knife in the Dark”)
Apples for walking, a pipe for sitting;
I’ll miss them both before long.
There is one crumb of comfort,
More than a crumb I hope:
We shall meet again some day.
Such a tale would last for many uneventful years,
When things are merry once more.
Anxious and downhearted,
I should like nothing better
Than to stay in your house, in peace.
The eyes of the crowd, the other guests:
Those shut their mouths and drew away.
I don’t suppose they are far away,
Most of the inhabitants -
They missed a dark and dangerous journey,
But never came to Rivendell.