Return to the East

Ever eastward, over Misty Mountains:
On across Anduin: through Greenwood the Great:
through Rhun he rode, through its pathless prairies:
He came home
-- to Nen Echui, Cuivienen, --
-- where once his people roamed. --

By the Waters of Awakening steaming mists stirred
And night-blooms blossomed where nightingales sang,
But call as he could his answers were echoes
And on Amon-Gil
-- grass-grown ruins, --
-- silent, sad and still. --

Who knows how far the wanderers wandered
When from the waters they strayed under star
But vacant the vale and silent stones
By the water
-- abandoned to wind --
-- and empty of laughter. --