Varda

Varda
"Ah, how golden fall the leaves in the wind,
Years and uncounted,
as the wings of trees.
The long years have passed,
as faster trunk of sweet mead,
in the high halls, across the sea,
blue vaults of Varda,
where the stars tremble in the song of their high,
royal voice.
Who now will fill me from the new mug?
For now has Varda,
Queen of the stars,
 
Always on the White Mountain
hands, as applicable clouds,
and all paths are deep in shadow,
and out of a gray country
Darkness draws on the foaming waves between us,
the fog shrouded the jewels of Calacirya forever.
Unattainable for us, for those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell!
Maybe you're looking Valimar. Maybe you'll find it. Farewell!


Varda is the name of the lady who called the Elves in these lands of their exile Elbereth.