Salt and Sweet

In changeless Lorien I lived where years held no sway. Then evil woke, and we fled.

The road was long but each mile held some new vision; time meant nothing and I wandered.

O’er mountains white and valleys green, crossing seven streams I came to the empty quay, and knew suddenly the loss that time can bring.

I wept but heard this answer: “Come. We know your hurt, we taste your tears on our lips all the day. ‘Tis but the salt that shows the sweet. Come …”

So here I stay, and my children laugh beneath the shadow of the clock.







From The Peoples of Middle Earth: Mithrellas "was one of the companions of Nimrodel, among many of the Elves that fled to the coast about the year 1980 of the Third Age, when evil arose in Moria; and Nimrodel and her maidens stayed in the wooded hills, and were lost. But in this tale it is said that Imrazór harboured Mithrellas, and took her to wife."