12 acessos
Farewell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow and rain may fall
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and moutain tall
Ti Rivendell, where elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell
Through moor and waste we ride in haste
And whither then we cannot tell
With foes ahead, behind us dread
Beneath the sky shall be our bed
Until at last our toll be passed
Our journey done, our errand spend
We must away
We must away
We ride before the break of day !