Legolas gazed silently around him at the beauty of Lothlorien. He was
listening intently to the mournful song of the Elves, and the sadness of it
pierced his heart. "A lament for Gandalf..." He murmured.
"What do they say about him?" Merry asked quietly.
Legolas looked at him sadly. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the
grief is still to near."
But many years after the Fellowship, he told me and my friend Devie Saves.
I have recorded it here to the best of my ability.

The wise Grey Pilgrim, of faraway lands

The scars of the ages he bears on his hands

His loyal white steed hath carried him far

But now runs apart beneath lonely stars

He hath fallen to Shadow, to water and fire

Saving his friends, when their need was dire

The Istari with heart and eyes of gold

With a story to remember in all tales of old

Will rest now, in peace, and as the end nears

For this song will remember 'till end of all years

Of no greater grief has been known to us all

For into the darkness, has Mithrandir fall

From us he is absent, for us he was sent,

So remember the Pilgrim, and this last lament