Предавам се! Разкрихте ме. Adanedhel направо ме улучи като Леголас орк. Ами сега? Я да помисля... Хммм... Ето:


I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.


И още 1-2 стихотворения са ми особено любими, но млъквам вече (пък и вие знаете кои точно имам предвид :))). А в знак на благодарност, връчвам на fairy един Гондорски медал (или Скиталчески - те сигурно представляват някакви сплетени коренчета :D).

O Gil-galad i Edhelchir
dim linnar i thelegain