Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge"

[Alatáriël Lossëhelin]

The cold and damp is taking its toll on the spirits of the Company. We travel in silence through the nights, and speak in low voices when camped. We have not had song nor jest in many days. We are slowly drawing near to the country of Hollin. Although the land is now empty and abandoned by all folk, 'twill be pleasant to travel for a while in lands where Elves once dwelt.

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• But still I sit and think of you;
  I 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 dear, will you not hear
  my voice before we die?