😄 great pic 😄
There bow was bent and shaft was sped
the fallow dear as phantoms fled
and horses proud with braided mane
with shining bit and silver rein
went fleeting by on moonlit night
like swallows arrow-swift in flight
A blowing and a sound of bells
A hidden hunt in hollow dells...
... and the endless years of faeryland
rolled over far Beleriand
until one day beneath the sun
when many marvels were begun
~ final paragraph of the first Canto of the Lay of Leithian~