All that is gold...
does not glitter.
Not all those who wander
are lost.
All that is strong
Does not hither.
Deep roots
Are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire
Shall be woken.
A light from the shadows
Shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade
That was broken.
The crownless again
Shall be king.
Lord of the Rings, Tolkien
Not all those who wander
are lost.
All that is strong
Does not hither.
Deep roots
Are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire
Shall be woken.
A light from the shadows
Shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade
That was broken.
The crownless again
Shall be king.
Lord of the Rings, Tolkien
Holunderelfe - 3. Jul, 15:43
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