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The song begins with Galadriel's voice echoing from Lothlórien, singing the ancient lament in Quenya: "Untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë, sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!" ✨🍃 Her farewell drifts across water like mist—mourning the fading of Valinor, the lost West, the passing of all beautiful things. The Fellowship hears her voice fade as they row away. Then the River itself seems to bow in reverence. Their final farewell becomes rain—scattered tears of love and grief falling into the quiet eddies of the Anduin. The narrator speaks of Gimli weeping, those tears running like two slender streams along his weathered face, carved by decades of living and journeys most unforgiving. 💧 ⚔️ The memory of that hour remains engraved forever: Niphredil's white and green grace, Elanor's warm gold, the stillness that once sheltered them. Legolas assures him such remembrance would endure unburdened by resentment. But to outrun that tender sorrow, he rows until nightfall. 🌅 Then the world changes. They reach the Brown Lands: barren, black, lifeless. Trees stripped of leaves, then branches, until nothing remains but rotting sand beneath empty sky. Desolation reigns save the west, where towering reeds usurp forests. 🌾💀 And somewhere within creeps Gollum, freshwater creature slipping through darkness in furtive patience, ever seeking a moment to strike. Galadriel's song fades. The River carries them from beauty into wasteland. From safety into hunt. The journey continues. 🛶👁️ ❤️ Subscribe for LOTR melancholy 👍 Like if Namárië breaks you 💬 Most beautiful LOTR song? 📢 Share with wanderers LYRICS: Untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! The River itself seemed to bow in reverence to Lórien. Our final farewell became rain, And that rain divided into two slender streams, Each slipping from a sardonyx stone incrusted in jasper They ran along either side of a lonely promontory crowned with twin smoking chimneys, Then wandered onward through furrows carved by decades of living and by journeys most unforgiving. I speak, of course, of your dear Gimli. I could not restrain my tears; they scattered both love and grief into the quiet eddies of the Anduin, and I wondered why fate compelled us to depart from so fair a refuge. Forever shall that hour of peace remain engraved upon my memory — the white and green grace of the Niphredil, the warm gold of the Elanor, and the stillness that once sheltered us. Legolas assured me that such remembrance would endure within my heart, unburdened by resentment. Yet to outrun that tender sorrow, I took up the oars and rowed until nightfall. In the days that followed, we rested to the gentle cadence of water against our boats as they glided along the Anduin — from the pale awakening of dawn to the fading vigil of the final stars. Soon after, we reached the Brown Lands: barren, black, and lifeless. First came trees stripped of leaves, then of branches, until nothing remained but rotting sand beneath an empty sky. Desolation reigned on every side, save in the west, where towering reeds had usurped the place of forests. Somewhere within — or behind — them crept Gollum, freshwater creature that he was, slipping through the dark in furtive patience, ever seeking a moment to strike. #LOTR #Anduin #Lothlórien #Farewell #Namárië #Galadriel #Gimli #BrownLands #Gollum #Quenya #Melancholy #Journey #MiddleEarth