Misty Mountains

Peeks through misty clouds above,

Caverns down below.

A boundary of rock and root,

Of wind and rain and snow.


Over Middle-earth they stand,

Shelter both foul and fair.

Travellers both praise and curse,

The crisp, thin mountain air.


A sight that is majestic,

As they reach up to moon and sun.

An unbroken chain of Eriador,

The mountains stand as one.