Burns, burns nice the silent sky
touched by silver flame of stars.
Only moon sneaked out somewhere...
Maybe waits behind the bend -
there where new road its start has,
road that goes to far far West,
road that will not bear my feet -
unless it is an elvish ship.
Maybe waits behind the bend
for the hobbit moon - old friend,
maybe it will flash again
to the landscapes known so well
before it shows the silver path
that leads to very peaceful land,
before with heavy heart I sob:
Farewell, farewell, dearest home!
Original work by master Ellena (oEllenao on ao3) is written in Polish. Based on Tolkien's poem: Bilbo's Last Song. Ell always writes and thinks like, well, just like Tolkien so if it's not visible in my translation - it's my only fault as a stupid translator, not Ellena's ;-) I'm not a native speaker so feel free to correct me. I would be very grateful.