I love Aragorn and Legolas' lament for Boromir. I'm always stirred by the thought of the four winds looking for him, and finding him on the breast of the golden falls.
...And Rauros, golden Rauros falls, bore him upon its breast...
I love it.
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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