Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-35283741-20180427053906

Far over the veils of Ennorath, Along the highest heaven's path, There Vingilótë takes her flight Upon the clear and cloudless night. Through hazy mist on western seas, Her radiance gleameth in the breeze afar, but e'er she casts her ray on every ship away from bay. On raging seas the wind is strong, And ships are jolting all along; Her pouring light through puzzling foams Leads weary sailors towards there homes. Then turning sail to Middle-earth Which westwards still has music and mirth She leapeth o'er the shadowed land Like burning fire in evening bland. The snowy peaks and silver streams All glitter in her gentle beams, Ere gath'ring darkness filled the wild There is a time of starlight mild. And o'er the Ered Nimrais fair On Mindolluin pale she does flare, Beneath her light its summits glow As white as flags on Tower below. O Minas Tirith, Tower of Guard! Where Tree of White is in its yard, Where silver horns are blown in glee, Where evil things in terror flee! But Vingilótë sails in haste, And crossed Ithilien's eastern waste, Then sinketh into Mordor dread Where deep'ning shadows long have bred. 
 * 1) title:Song of Gil-Estel
 * 2) author:Gilion of Gondor
 * 3) types:ruins,gondor,eriador