[Estella Brandybuck]

But if of ships I now would sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

I adore that song. After I read in The Silmarillion about the Noldor's exile, I really came to appreciate that last line, and now it's one of my favorites.

Heck, I love everything that's been posted. It's all wonderful.

From Of the Fifth Battle in The Sil:

But now a cry went up, passing up the wind from the south from vale to vale, and Elves and Men lifted their voices in wonder and joy. For unsummoned and unlooked for Turgon had opened the leaguer of Gondolin, and was come with an army ten thousand strong, with bright mail and long swords and spears like a forest. Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon his brother, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: "Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlie'n aurë! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!" And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: "Auta i lómë! The night is passing!"

This is the second version of Sam's song in Cirith Ungol, from The End of the Third Age:

I sit upon the stones alone;
the fire is burning red,
the tower is tall, the mountains dark;
all living things are dead.
In western lands the sun may shine,
there flower and tree in spring
is opening, is blossoming;
and there the finches sing.

But here I sit alone and think
of days when grass was green,
and earth was brown, and I was young;
they might have never been.
For they are gone, for ever lost,
and buried here I lie
and deep beneath the shadows sink
where hope and daylight die.

But still I sit and think of you;
and see you far away
Walking down the homely roads
on a bright and windy day.
It was merry then when I could run
to answer to your call,
could hear your voice or take your hand;
but now the night must fall.
And now beyond the world I sit,
and know not where you lie!
O Master, will you hear my voice
and answer ere we die?