The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the Sea, and their regret is undying and cannot ever wholly be assuaged.
Mithrandir, Mithrandir sang the Elves, O Pilgrim Grey! For so they loved to call him. But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the grief was still to near, a matter for tears and not yet for song.
One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost.