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Shire, but they wander into it in Spring and Autumn, out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills. I am thankful that they do! You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began. As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away.’‘What about the Elves?’ said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider. ‘Can’t we go and see them?’‘Listen! They are coming Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sawn,In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown!O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.The song ended. ‘These are High Elves! They spoke the this way,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only to wait.’ The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it:Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas!O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees!
name of Elbereth!’ said Frodo in amazement, ‘Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire.