The Elvish Queen's Lament

Beneath the falling mallorn leaves,
The Elvish queen sits and grieves,
"The gift to Men is bitter to receive!"

It seemed to her a time so near,
The season they had wandered here.
Her choice was made on Cerin Amroth.
The evening they had pledged their troth.
To give up the immortal life.
To cleave to him and be his wife.
Eight score years had then since passed.
The end it seemed had come so fast.

"The gift to Men is bitter to receive!"
Her Hope departed, she now grieves,
Beneath the falling mallorn leaves.