I have walked in the gardens of Lórien and returned through fire and shadow.
What news do you bring, #? The winds speak of unrest.
Do you hear the river Bruinen sing? It reminds me of the fountains of Valmar.
My sword has known both Balrog and shadow. May it never be drawn again.
Few now remember Gondolin… yet I carry its flame still.
The light of Aman yet lingers upon me, though I tread the mortal shore.
Are you a bearer of hope, or merely a wanderer, #?
Our strength fades, but not our memory.
In Valinor, I knew peace. In Middle-earth, I know purpose.
The East darkens once more. I have not returned in vain.
May the grace of Elbereth shield your steps, #.
You walk among the Eldar, tread with respect.
Welcome to Imladris, child of the Aftercomers.
I was sent back for a purpose. That purpose is not yet fulfilled.
Would you stand against shadow, #, even if all others flee?