After the Victory
Beneath the stars, atop the hill,
Where even I must feel the chill,
A scene of peace I beheld
Outside the hall of Meduseld.
Later, mourning, they will weep,
But tonight they feasted within the keep.
I honor them, admire their heart,
Though somehow I remain apart.
Evil stirring through this night,
I stand alone with elven sight.
Against ten thousand we prevailed,
But tonight, my friend, the stars are veiled.