Rivendell

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, Far over wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell, With foes ahead, behind us dread, Until at last our toil be passed, ou

Under the shelters of the Middle-Earth, thrives a beautiful vale, where the streams are as sparkling as glass, that one's a sanctuary for living man. A creation of nature is the vale with ancient wisdom. The entrance to the vale was denied away from