In the valley of the Rains a heavy mist lay
No menace in my
intent,
I must think like the predator to follow
This Guest,
more like an Elf than a Man, he
Seems to sense my presence
Though
he has not yet detected me
All of my skill it has taken
To
track him in this featureless heath
Of muggy clumped dales and
fog-shrouded dells
Clusters of trees are few
And filled with
tiny birds that chatter angrily
When he draw near them.
The
hills draw nearer; he lifts a crafted band
And announces
himself
To the unseen guardians of Taur-en-Faroth
They meet and
escort him onward, beyond my ken
My own welcome is tense
Two
Elves whom I could not guile
Intercept my pursuit
So far away
my mark, they cannot guess my purpose,
And I do not speak.
Of
Nargothrond they are, saying
I must come thither
As they allow
me to retain my weapons, I comply
That is where my road leads