Laurelindorenan
In Lorien i longed to dwell
In golden wood near Nimrodel
Where many fields of Elanor
Grace upon the forest floor
And many trees of golden hue
Greet the morning with shining dew
Between the sliver trunks of trees
There blows a timeless, enchanting breeze
Power blesses every rock and stone
By an unsurpassed people most renown
The Elves, the Elves so full of grace
Who touched this earth as the first race
Never to die by the passing ages
The first to put history and lore on pages
Their faces are both young and fair
And most have golden locks of hair
Their sweet voices sing out in lamentational
Of those who fell under Sauron's domination
And here abides Galadriel
Grandmother of Evenstar Undomiel
She controls Nenya, a ring of power
Protector of Lorien from the dark lord in his tower
The fellowship came to them once in the past
On a quest to help the world last
Once Frodo had completed his calling
The old world had completed in falling
Then all the power began to fade
And the Elves left Lorien an empty glade
Their memory will be forever sung
As the time of men had now begun
They crossed over the seas to the Undying lands
To land in Amam on stunning sands
There they now live on the blessed realms shore
And forever sing of Caras Galahorn in Valinor
Poem by Michelle Ames
