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Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of
Far over wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet
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 toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away!
We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
J R R Tolkien
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973) was an English writer, poet, philologist, and academic, best known as the author o
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