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Aug. 23rd, 2004 02:34 pmAll that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
I love that poem.
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
I love that poem.
YAY!
Date: 2004-08-29 08:00 pm (UTC)Re: YAY!
Date: 2004-09-01 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: YAY!
Date: 2004-09-02 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 05:32 pm (UTC)Aragorn's riddle in Quenya
Date: 2004-09-27 08:46 pm (UTC)Ilya i ná malta lá mirilya,
Ilya i ranya lá ná vanwa.
I linwenya i ná polda lá hesta,
Tumnë talmar lá nar rahtainar i ringwenen.
Ringallo nárë cuivuva,
Cala huinello tuiuva
Envinyataina nauva russë ya né rácina,
I ú-rië ata nauva aran.
Re: Aragorn's riddle in Quenya
Date: 2004-10-02 02:37 pm (UTC)Hum...
Date: 2005-02-05 05:35 pm (UTC)Re: Hum...
Date: 2005-02-05 05:41 pm (UTC)