Standing Silence
We who remember the West stand each night and face the sunset.
We look towards Numenor that was,
Anadune. Westernesse. Atalante, the Downfallen. Vanished beneath the waves long ago, yet still I see its green hills in dreams.
And beyond to Elvenhome that is,
Teachers and elder brethren once; our paths are sundered now, but we remember what they taught us. Do they remember the teaching?
And to that which is beyond Elvenhome and will ever be.
Though the world is changed and the Straight Road lost, we remember. May the Valar watch over us, we who remember the West.