even of that we cannot be positive...or did tolkien say that somewhere. now
that i think about it, he might
of...
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"Then the music drifted from me and
that music losed its bands--
Far, far-off, conches calling--lo! I
stood in the sweet lands,
And the meadows were about me where
the weeping willows grew,
Where the long grass stirred beside me
and my feet were drenched with dew,
Only the reeds were rustling, but a
mist lay on the streams
Like a sea-roke drawn far inland, like
a shred of salt sea-dreams.
'Twas in the Land of Willows that I
heard th' unfathomed breath
Of the Horns of Ylmir calling--and
shall hear them till my death."
