Elf-friend, Elf-friend,
Wither do you wander?
The mining hammers ring.
Elf-friend, Elf-friend,
Again you journey yonder,
And we in the mountain sing.
Lockbearer, Lockbearer,
In golden wood you rest then,
To look upon Lady fair.
Lockbearer, Lockbearer,
Your heart always at peace when,
Your body does rest there.
To Fangorn, Fangorn,
The Elven-friend does travel,
Elf-Prince by his side.
Be it wood or cave or raging river,
Elf-friend does travel wide.
Gloinson, Gloinson!
Shall you listen to us?
Elven magic does yet wane.
The folk so fair that did not heed us,
Now cross grey Sea again.
And yet you traverse,
Abreast, abreast,
With their fair ageless kind.
Tell me Gimli, of the Lonely Mountain:
In them what dost thou find?
And now you board the Elven ship,
To cross the whisp'ring Sea.
Elf-friend, Elf-friend wouldst thou tell
Your deep reasons to me?
'I go to Sea to look upon,
'The Golden Lady fair.
'But most I go to lands beyond
'For my brother shall be there.'
He crosssed the Sea, looked not back once,
Still our hammers sing in mines,
And yet we wonder 'O, Gimli Gloinson!
'What magic didst thou find?'
