Dorthonion Immortal
In Northern lands the
sun is cold, the ground is hard and dead,
The groaning ice your
lullaby and granite for your bed.
No birds sing in Dor Daidelos,
so look for me elsewhere:
You'll find me on a windswept moor with
heather in my hair.
In Eastern lands the rivers wend about the
mountains tall,
But oh! to me the bluest peak is nothing but a
wall,
And though the caves are lined with gold, it's not enough
for me:
My treasure is a stolen kiss beneath an alder tree.
In
Southern lands the woods are warm, the grass grows ever green,
From
Doriath to Nargothrond the earth has blessed been,
And all her
peoples prosper, but my love is for my land:
You'll find me
climbing corestones with a catkin in my hand.
In Western lands
the sunset is extinguished by the sea,
And Hithlum is a haven but
a home she'll never be,
So even though the end of day burns with a
beauty bright,
I'll linger here and watch the tarns reflect the
starry night.
The bravest men were mothered here that e'er
their country served,
And by our deeds our name is for eternity
preserved:
I linger now to sing my love that when our time is
done,
The world will still remember we were once Dorthonion.