Eärendil

Beneath the Moon and under star 
he wandered far from strands, 
bewildered on enchanted ways 
beyond the days of mortal lands. 
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice 
where shadow lies on hills, 
from nether heats and burning waste 
he turned in haste, and roving still. 

He came unto the timeless halls 
where shining fall the countless years, 
and endless reigns the Elder King 
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer; 
and words unheard were spoken then 
of folk of Men and Elven-kin. 
Beyond the world were visions showed 
forbid to those that dwell therein. 

He saw the Mountain silent rise 
where twilight lies upon 
of Valinor, and Eldamar 
beheld afar beyond the seas. 

He came unto the timeless halls 
where shining fall the countless years, 
and endless reigns the Elder King 
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer; 
and words unheard were spoken then 
of folk of Men and Elven-kin. 
Beyond the world were visions showed 
forbid to those that dwell therein. 

The Silmaril she bound on him 
and crowned him with the light 
and dauntless then with burning brow 
he turned his prow; in the night 
from Otherworld beyond the Sea 
strong and free a storm arose, 
his boat it bore with biting breath 
as might of death across the grey 
and long-forsaken seas. 

And over Middle-earth he passed 
and heard at last the weeping sore 
of women and of elven-maids 
in Elder Days, in years of yore. 
But on him mighty doom was laid, 
till Moon should fade, an orbéd star.