Lothiavien

O, Lothlórien, where mallorn trees stand tall and blossoming! Always the home of my heart will be here, in your peaceful wake! Far I have wandered since last I gazed upon thy grandeur, and I wish to tell that I have returned and settled at my birthplace in Lindon, my wayward mind lost to Mithlond's blue seas and white sails. Ah, how captivating it is, to traverse the seas, bending sails to the wind's will, and to pull the vessel's ropes! To once again be in childhood's hour, walking its sandy beaches, picking seashells and smooth rocks tumbled by endless waves!