Two thousand years later
All the elves have left middle earth for the blessed lands save the high lord Cirdan of the grey heavens, who was doomed never to stay in the blessed lands also known as the grey heavens for he was the shipwright
Underneath a willow tree in the blessed lands Legolas and Malthenel sat with friends of old and her brothers, while Myth sang of the blessed lands.
For under that tree was Gil-Galad with his love Nin-iaun leaning against his chest. The lord and lady of Lorien sat next to them with their daughter and Ethrin. Ethrin had his head in Celebrian lap. Along side them was Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo eating food while Rosie, Sam's wife and diamond pippin's wife both were lying on there stomachs listening to the song.
Along side them was Oropher and his son Thranduil both watching the love of the others and their own loves who were next to them. On the other side of Gil-Galad sat Elessar with Arwen sitting against his chest as his arms were wrapped around her waist and next to them sat Haldir the Guardian of Lorien Glimi and Gandalf with Tehran, Brethilas and Minuial. And then all the other elves that passed sat to listen to the tale of Lorien.
In the lands of Lorien where mortals lived in few,
Grew trees of golden coloured barks,
And silver leaves of hue.
Copper grew the growing grains flowing fields of wheat,
Blessed rivers ran in sterling,
When the air smelt sweet.
But long now Lorien has lied dead, for cold and countless years,
The gold and silver trees are gone,
And shed the Elven tears.
Mourning horns still blow to winds, mourning tears still shed,
for our dear Lothlorien,
We would have fought and bled.
O tell me dear Lothlorien, tell me where you lie!
Tell me my dear homeland,
And to you I will fly.
In you do rivers still run sterling, do grow trees of gold?
With silver leaves and copper fields,
O Elven land of old!
O where are thee my Elven home, where doth lie your land,
Beyond forests green, and shining stars,
Beyond the beach's sand.
Your whispering voices calling me, but I am lost to find,
The homeland of us long ago,
That we had left behind.
Sterling streams, golden bark, silver leaves of hue,
In my hearts I wonder thoughts,
Of where you've faded to
Your land of graceful beauty I so do long to see,
But what great vessels over ,
Will bear me across the sea?
Tears are silently born, only to silently fall,
Torn from friends and home I am,
Not hearing old companions cal,.
My heart grows soar for Lorien, the beauty and the grace,
For ne'er will I see home,
Nor any fairer place.
All the elves have left middle earth for the blessed lands save the high lord Cirdan of the grey heavens, who was doomed never to stay in the blessed lands also known as the grey heavens for he was the shipwright
Underneath a willow tree in the blessed lands Legolas and Malthenel sat with friends of old and her brothers, while Myth sang of the blessed lands.
For under that tree was Gil-Galad with his love Nin-iaun leaning against his chest. The lord and lady of Lorien sat next to them with their daughter and Ethrin. Ethrin had his head in Celebrian lap. Along side them was Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo eating food while Rosie, Sam's wife and diamond pippin's wife both were lying on there stomachs listening to the song.
Along side them was Oropher and his son Thranduil both watching the love of the others and their own loves who were next to them. On the other side of Gil-Galad sat Elessar with Arwen sitting against his chest as his arms were wrapped around her waist and next to them sat Haldir the Guardian of Lorien Glimi and Gandalf with Tehran, Brethilas and Minuial. And then all the other elves that passed sat to listen to the tale of Lorien.
In the lands of Lorien where mortals lived in few,
Grew trees of golden coloured barks,
And silver leaves of hue.
Copper grew the growing grains flowing fields of wheat,
Blessed rivers ran in sterling,
When the air smelt sweet.
But long now Lorien has lied dead, for cold and countless years,
The gold and silver trees are gone,
And shed the Elven tears.
Mourning horns still blow to winds, mourning tears still shed,
for our dear Lothlorien,
We would have fought and bled.
O tell me dear Lothlorien, tell me where you lie!
Tell me my dear homeland,
And to you I will fly.
In you do rivers still run sterling, do grow trees of gold?
With silver leaves and copper fields,
O Elven land of old!
O where are thee my Elven home, where doth lie your land,
Beyond forests green, and shining stars,
Beyond the beach's sand.
Your whispering voices calling me, but I am lost to find,
The homeland of us long ago,
That we had left behind.
Sterling streams, golden bark, silver leaves of hue,
In my hearts I wonder thoughts,
Of where you've faded to
Your land of graceful beauty I so do long to see,
But what great vessels over ,
Will bear me across the sea?
Tears are silently born, only to silently fall,
Torn from friends and home I am,
Not hearing old companions cal,.
My heart grows soar for Lorien, the beauty and the grace,
For ne'er will I see home,
Nor any fairer place.
