/lit/ - Literature

>So fade the Elves and it shall come to be that because of the encompassing waters of this isle and yet more because of their unquenchable love for it that few shall flee, but as men wax there and grow fat and yet more blind ever shall they fade more and grow less; and those of after days shall scoff and say Who are the fairies — lies told to the children by women or foolish men — who are these fairies? And some few shal answer: Memories faded dim, a wraith of vanishing loveliness in the trees, a rustle of the grass, a glint of dew, some subtle intonation of the wind; and others yet fewer shall say . . . . . 'Very small and delicate now are the fairies, yet we have eyes to see and ears to hear, and Tavrobel and Kortirion are filled yet with this sweet folk. Spring knows them and Summer too and in Winter still are they among us, but in Autumn most of all do they come out, for Autumn is their season, falln as they are upon the Autumn of their days. What shall the dreamers of the earth be like when their winter come.