The world is indeed full of peril.
What tidings do you bring to the Elves of the Golden Wood?
What tidings do you bring, #?
To the sea, to the sea!
I long for the sea, #.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Our days are ending and our years failing.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling?
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore.
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Miruvor! Refreshes the body and cleanses the spirit.
The ways of Lothlórien are beautiful and restful.
It is easy to lose oneself among our folk.
Are you an Elf-friend, #?
No evil shall enter Lórien.
Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
In our woods, the memory of Elder Days lingers still.
The days grow cold and the years fade.
The call of the sea in my heart grows ever stronger.
Soon... soon, I shall depart these lands, #.
Rarely have we spoken with Men since the changing of the world.
Men such as yourself would often enter our forest realms in Elder Days.
You cannot call yourself a true Elf-friend until you have tasted lembas, #.
A darkness is gathering in these lands. I feel it in my flesh.
The strength of the Elves is dwindling here.
I have seen years of the sun beyond the count of mortal Men.
How long shall I linger here, #?
May the stars of Elbereth guide you!
May the winds of Manwë show you the way!
Ae Aerendil, angalef in-elin!
A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, #.
May the wind fill your sails!
May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown, #!
Ai, #!
Don't look for trouble, # - it will come to you.
Welcome to my dwelling, #.
Nover.
The world is changed. I feel it in the water... I feel it in the earth... I smell it in the air.
The time of our kin is almost done.
Our hearts desire to behold the land of Aman.
Soon we shall leave this world.
White gulls are calling...
The Nameless One has returned. We cannot stay in these lands for long.
That which has stood so long against the darkness will now fall.
We must depart into the West, or dwindle to a rustic folk of dell and cave, slowly to forget and to be forgotten.
That what should be shall be.
Our love for this land is deeper than the depths of the Sea.
We would rather cast all that we love away than submit to the will of the Dark Lord.
Rumour grows of a shadow in the East. We fear that the Nameless One has returned.
The Sea calls us home.
The time of the Elves is over.
My people are leaving these shores.
Some things that should have not been forgotten were lost.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling.
O Lórien!
A star rises out of the darkness.
Hail, Eärendil, brightest of stars!
Can you hear the white gulls calling?
A shadow rises in the East.
Do not fear, #. No evil may enter the Golden Wood. A secret power protects it.
Welcome to the realm of the Lord Celeborn, and of Galadriel, Lady of Light!
Soon all lands will be filled with despair and grief, but hope still remains - while we are true.
Our time in this world is ending, but it is not yet over.
Greetings, traveller from afar! What news do you bring to us from the lands of Men?
Do not let your heart be troubled, #. In Lórien you may rest with no fear of danger.
Drink some Miruvor, #, and all the pains in your bones shall wash away!
The memories of old still linger here.