The other tale runs so: that long ago, ere Sauron deluded the smiths of Eregion, Galadriel came there, and she said to Celebrimbor, the chief of the Elven-smiths: "I am grieved in Middle-earth, for leaves fall and flowers fade that I have loved, so that the land of my dwelling is filled with regret that no Spring can redress."
"How otherwise can it be for the Eldar, if they cling to Middle-earth?" said Celebrimbor. "Will you then pass over Sea?"
"Nay," she said. "Angrod is gone, and Aegnor is gone, and Felagund is no more. Of Finarfin's children I am the last. But my heart is still proud. What wrong did the golden house of Finarfin do that I should ask the pardon of the Valar, or be content with an isle in the sea whose native land was Aman the Blessed? Here I am mightier."
"What would you then?" said Celebrimbor.
"I would have trees and grass about me that do not die – here in the land that is mine," she answered. "What has become of the skill of the Eldar?" And Celebrimbor said: "Where now is the Stone of Eärendil? And Enerdhil who made it is gone." "They have passed over Sea," said Galadriel, "with almost all fair things else. But must then Middle-earth fade and perish for ever?"
"That is its fate, I deem," said Celebrimbor. "But you know that I love you (though you turned to Celeborn of the Trees), and for that love I will do what I can, if haply by my art your grief can be lessened." But he did not say to Galadriel that be himself was of Gondolin long ago, and a friend of Enerdhil, though his friend in most things outrivalled him. Yet if Enerdhil had not been then Celebrimbor would have been renowned. Therefore he took thought, and began a long delicate labour, and so for Galadriel he made the greatest of his works (save the Three Rings only). And it is said that more subtle and clear was the green gem that he made than that of Enerdhil, but yet its light had less power. For whereas that of Enerdhil was lit by the Sun in its youth, already many years had passed ere Celebrimbor began his work, and nowhere in Middle-earth was the light as clear as it had been, for though Morgoth had been thrust out into the Void and could not enter again, his far shadow lay upon it. Radiant nonetheless was the Elessar of Celebrimbor; and he set it within a great brooch of silver in the likeness of an eagle rising upon outspread wings. Wielding the Elessar all things grew fair about Galadriel, until the coming of the Shadow to the Forest. But afterwards when Nenya, chief of the Three, was sent to her by Celebrimbor, she needed it (as she thought) no more, and she gave it to Celebrían her daughter, and so it came to Arwen and to Aragorn who was called Elessar.

For I had seen little of the lands of Middle-earth, and we came to Nan-tathren in the spring of the year. Lovely to heart's enchantment is that land, Tuor, as you shall find, if ever your feet go upon the southward roads down Sirion. There is the cure of all sea-longing, save for those whom Doom will not release. There Ulmo is but the servant of Yavanna, and the earth has brought to life a wealth of fair things that is beyond the thought of hearts in the hard hills of the North. In that land Narog joins Sirion, and they haste no more, but flow broad and quiet through living meads; and all about the shining river are flaglilies like a blossoming forest, and the grass is filled with flowers, like gems, like bells, like flames of red and gold, like a waste of many-coloured stars in a firmament of green. Yet fairest of all are the willows of Nan-tathren, pale green, or silver in the wind, and the rustle of their innumerable leaves is a spell of music: day and night would flicker by uncounted, while still I stood knee-deep in grass and listened. There I was enchanted and forgot the Sea in my heart. There I wandered, naming new flowers, or lay adream amid the singing of the birds, and the humming of bees and flies; and there I might still dwell in delight, forsaking all my kin, whether the ships of Teleri or the swords of the Noldor, but my doom would not so.

Последнего же из пришедших звали среди эльфов Митрандиром, Серым Странником, поскольку он не оставался надолго на одном месте и не стремился приобрести ни богатства, ни сторонников, а лишь бродил по западным землям от Гондора до Ангмара и от Линдона до Лориэна, и помогал всем, кто в этом нуждался. Дух его был горячим и пылким (а Кольцо Нарья еще и усилило эту горячность), ибо он был врагом Саурона и противостоял огню, который истребляет и опустошает, силою огня, что воспламеняет и помогает в отчаяньи и бедствии; но его радость и быстро вспыхивающий гнев были скрыты одеянием, серым как пепел, и лишь те, кто хорошо его знал, могли различить проблески этого внутреннего пламени. Он мог быть весел и добродушен с юными и простодушными, и в то же время не скупился на резкие слова и на отповедь глупцу; но он не был заносчив и никогда не искал ни власти, ни славы, а потому его повсюду любили все, кто сам не страдал гордыней. По большей части он, не зная устали, путешествовал пешком, опираясь на посох, и потому среди людей Севера его прозвали Гэндальфом, что означало «эльф с жезлом». Люди считали (ошибочно, как уже говорилось), что он из эльфов, поскольку он временами показывал им удивительные вещи, более всего любя красоту огня; однако он творил эти чудеса по большей части ради радости и веселья, а не для того, чтобы внушать окружающим трепет или заставлять их из страха принять его советы.