Rivendell

Every runaway comes to this peaceful brink,
For it always welcomes whoever you are.
There the cold rapid rivers hurry and sing
And the water reflects the shine of stars.

Let exiles forget the rage of a prince
And the words of slander from envious lips.
There the land does calm you, the silence frees,
And the winds of the sky will dispel your griefs.

There a fire will warm your hands, not burn.
All exhausted hearts will enjoy a song,
Who were banned, deceived, debased and spurned
By the gods and people like adopted sons.