City of Elves, who,

Dwelling long in this place,

Sing songs now forgotten

Of those with fair face

To water they look

When in need they do find

The safety of the river

So they can still shine

In Rivendell some come

For gathered they have been

To council on a problem

And a war they cannot win

Twenty rings were forged

Now dwindled to a few

So the problem is ancient

But some faces are new

Elrond fought it before

And Aragorn's line failed

But Gandalf is planning

And other guests are hailed

Boromir from Gondor

And an Elf, Legolas

Come, Gimli the dwarf

But to whom will the ring pass?

One lonely hobbit

Sits in a chair

But when he offers

All of them stare

So off to a mountain

Frodo goes adventuring

Like his uncle before him

With the very same ring