The world is indeed full of peril.
What tidings do you bring, #?
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
To the sea, to the sea!
I long for the sea, #.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling?
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore.
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Miruvor! Refreshes the body and cleanses the spirit.
The ways of Lórien are beautiful and restful.
It is easy to lose oneself among our folk.
Are you a friend, #?
No evil shall enter the Golden Woods.
Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
In our woods, the memory of Elder Days lingers still.
The days grow cold and the years fade.
The call of the sea in my heart grows ever stronger.
Soon... soon, I shall depart these lands, #.
No simple Man would often enter our forest realms in Elder Days.
You cannot call yourself a true friend until you have tasted lembas, #.
A darkness is gathering in these lands. I feel it in my flesh.
The strength of the Elves is dwindling here.
I have seen years of the sun beyond the count of mortal Men.
How long shall I linger here, #?
May the stars of Elbereth guide you!
May the winds of Manwë show you the way!
Aiya Eärendil, elenion ancalima!
A star shines on the hour of our meeting, #.
May the wind fill your sails!
May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown, #!
Ai, #!
Don't look for trouble, # - it will come to you.
Welcome to my dwelling, #.
Novaer.
Namárië.
I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned wilith.
Our hearts desire to behold the land of Aman.
Soon we shall leave this world.
White gulls are calling...
That which has stood so long against the darkness will now fall.
That what should be shall be.
Our love for this land is deeper than the depths of the Sea.
The world is changed; I can feel it in the water, I can feel it in the earth, I can smell it in the air.
The Sea calls us home.
My people are leaving these shores.
Some things that should have not been forgotten were lost.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling.
O Lórien!
A star rises out of the darkness. 
Hail, Eärendil, brightest of stars!
Can you hear the white gulls calling?
Do not fear, #. No evil may enter the Golden Wood. A secret power protects it.
Our time in this world is ending, but it is not yet over.
Greetings, traveller from afar! What news do you bring to us from other lands?
Do net let your heart be troubled, #. In Lórien you may rest with no fear of danger.
Drink some Miruvor, #, and all the pains in your bones shall wash away!
The memories of old still linger here.