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Faenor of the Silver Laurel

aka Faenor Celebrî

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  • I live in Caras Galadhon
  • My occupation is a Marchwarden of Lórien
  • I am Male

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"For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change very little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream."

"Yet so little faith and trust do we find now in the world beyond Lothlórien, unless maybe in Rivendell, that we dare not by our own trust endanger our land. We live now upon an island amid many perils."

"That is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people. There are no trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey."

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."

"It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured forever. He saw no color but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain."

"I reckon there's Elves and Elves. They're all elvish enough, but they're not all the same. Now these folk ain't wanderers or homeless, and seem a bit nearer to the likes of us: They seem to belong here, more even then Hobbits do in the Shire. Whether they've made the land, or the land's made them, it's hard to say, if you take my meaning."

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