It seemed to him that he had stepped over a bridge of time into a corner of the Elder Days, and was now walking in a world that was no more.
In Rivendell there was a memory of ancient things; in Lorien the ancient things still lived on in the waking world.
Evil had been seen and heard there, sorrow had been known; the Elves feared and distrusted the world outside: wolves were howling on the wood's borders: but on the land of Lorien no shadow lay.