Galadriel's Message
To one who has traveled far,
Gimli of the Dwarves, under the
wood where no
Son of the earth has trod for
many a year,
Of earth and stone and fire's
darkness are you, like
Glóin, your father, and his
father before him -
Give me no gold, bring me none
of your gems.
His hands were most likely
calloused, as yours, a
Lady's gentle greeting they
have rarely known, a
Greeting that I give you now, my
Lockbearer, a bearer of heart's
treasure.
Wherever your fate takes you
under the sun,
Thou shalt go with the wood's
blessings, as
Goes the green leaf through its
days, go you.
My own days under this sun are
ending,
Thought and life flow away,
falling from my hand
Goes the ending of our tale
under these stars,
With many of my people I will
soon be gone -
Thee, my Lockbearer, think of
me,
But do not let your heart be
troubled,
Have no cup of darkness for
your partaking.
A long road lays before you,
weary
Cares, weary days, but great
joys also.
To such as you, this will be no
great burden. I
Lay my own burdens down soon,
taking up naught.
Thine people, thine inheritance
will yet stand a while,
Axes and swords, jewels and
gates.
To your people and those you
serve, I bid
The farewell of an Age both
blessed and cursed,
Rightfully and wrongfully have
we lived, and the
Trees will remember.
- Primula
