I welcome you to Dorwinion.
In the common tongue, #, this country is called the Land of the Young.
Our kin in the West think we are lesser, because we have not seen the light of the Two Trees. But I say, these lands are beauty enough for me.
Here on the shores of the Rhúnaer, we Dorwinrim brew the finest wines in all Middle-earth!
I shall travel soon to my kin in the Greenwood. It has been long indeed since last we met.
Welcome to Dorwinion, #, the easternmost Elf-country on earth... save one, that is... and that other one and...
The arrogance of our Eldarin brothers and sisters has led their realms into decay. But Dorwinion by the shores shall endure forever.
We Elves have always loved the sea, and the shores of this land bear a likeness to Cuiviénen from the old tales.
It is rare that one of our people should flee into the West, #. We are not Eldar here.
I must get back to the brewery soon.
Wine! Wine, #. It dulls all ills and sooths all sorrows.
The Men of Dorwinion are more noble than most. But Men they are still, nonetheless.