Vordven Rivendell Letras:
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 the black creatures of Mordor it's the site
of elves, mountains and stream protection of mine.
That enchanted vale, weird in the eys of the
wanderer mystical might it hides, the peace
rewarding. The dunedain kings grew up there,
greater human beings, blessed with long life.

The might of their forefathers was hidden there.
The ring of Barahir, the pieces of Narsil, the
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star mighty of Elendil, the scepter powerful of
Annuminas, starlit night, strengthened by
moonlight

During the time of the evil Witchking, the Nazgul
mightiest of Angmar, besieged the vale of
Rivendell, by the death of dunedain and cried the
children of Eru's might.

On the greatest moment of despair, through Lindon
came the elves of Lorien, with aid of Rivendell's
might crused down the Witchking of Angmar.

Finally dawns the age, fourth age of humans. Then,
elven souls get tired of the desperation of
Middle-Earth. The unquenchable yearning over the
sea, through Harbors of Grey, silently elves sail,
leaving behind the Rivendell, Middle-Earth
Letras: Rivendell Vordven [final]