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
