When evening in the Shire was grey
This was a poem written by Frodo when he was in Lothlorien. The poem was a memory of Gandalf.
When evening in the Shire was grey Italic texthis footsteps on the Hill were heard; Italic textbefore the dawn he went away Italic texton journey long without a word.
Italic textFrom Wilderland to Western shore, Italic textfrom northern waste to southern hill, Italic textthrough dragon-lair and hidden door Italic textand darkling woods he walked at will.
Italic textWith Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men, Italic textwith mortal and immortal folk, Italic textwith bird on bough and beast in den, Italic textin their own secret tongues he spoke.
Italic textA deadly sword, a healing hand, Italic texta back that bent beneath his load; Italic texta trumpet-voice, a burning brand, Italic texta weary pilgrim on the road.
Italic textA lord of wisdom throned he sat, Italic textswift in anger, quick to laugh; Italic textan old man in a battered hat Italic textwho leaned upon a thorny staff.
Italic textHe stood upon the bridge alone Italic textand Fire and Shadow both defied; Italic texthis staff was broken on the stone, Italic textin Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.