The Nandor
On the Great Journey they set forth,
Of the Third Kindred were they.
But to the Blessed Realm they did not arrive;
For turned aside, they did, on the way.
Feared they did the Great Mountains of Mist,
The desire to cross them they lacked;
So, under the leadership of one who's gaze lay south,
They became Those who turn back.
In the Vales of Anduin they first roamed,
To wooded paths of green and brown they turned.
Awakened they did the forests,
From them speech, the Tree Shepherds learned.
In time, other branches of Nandor arose,
And to other areas did the Wood Elves spread.
The Golden and Greenwood to name a few.
Even over the Mountains of Mist did some tread.
But all of them had something in common,
Wherever in Middle Earth they did roam;
Water and song would always be their joy;
The forests ever their hearts home!
