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To the Eldar

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In Middle-earth a people dwelt
Who sorrow felt, whose soul was sore.
They came before the Followers,
The borrowers in Númenor.
In Eriador, in lands so fair,
They would live there for evermore,
But Valinor did once decree
That over Sea they go before
The End, restore to other hands
The star-lit lands, the ocean's roar.
Long yearning for the distant West,
They came to rest upon its shore
Whereof their lore had always told.
Even though cold their doom they bore
Until the hoar of time should melt,
No fear they felt, and knew no dearth.
In Middle-earth a people dwelt...

Now they are neither here nor there --
Avánier, avánier...