Lothlorien


The autumn leaves rustled,
On Lothlorien's mossy floor,
The Fellowship made it's way in,
The huge, grey tress were tall and colourless,
Their bare branches touched the sky,
This was the last autumn of the Elves,
They were leaving,
Moving on,
Off the shores...
Grey Havens

- Queen of Gondor


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