The White Rider Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar? Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar? Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth, And the Grey Company rode from the North. But dark is the path appointed for thee: The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea. Legolas Greenleaf long under tree In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.   < <Back to book three index < <Back to poems & songs index