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sang the Elves, O Pilgrim Grey! For so they loved to call him. But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the was still too near, a matter for tears and not yet for song.It was Frodo who first put something of his sorrow into halting words. He was seldom moved to make song or rhyme; even in Rivendell he had listened and had not sung himself, though his memory
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seen of him came clear before their minds. As they were healed of hurt and weariness of body the of their loss grew more keen. Often they heard nearby Elvish voices singing, and knew that they were making songs of lamentation for his fall, for they caught his name among the sweet sad words that they could not understand.Mithrandir, Mithrandir was stored with many things that others had made before him. But now as he sat beside the fountain in Lórien and heard about him the voices of the Elves, his thought took shape in a song that seemed fair to him; yet when he tried to repeat it to Sam only snatches remained, faded as a handful of withered leaves.When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,from northern waste to southern hill,
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