The wizened Elf lord sat alone,

Hurt and care etched on his timeworn face.

In memories he wandered,

Thinking of the times gone by.

He remembered his twin sons,

Fighting over a pillow in their sleep.

Adar! Adar!

He remembered their excitement

When they received from him their first bows.

Adar! Adar!

He reflected on their sorrows,

And of his own.

Adar! Adar!

He thought of when they left,

To wander in the wild.

Adar! Adar!

He recalled the time when only one came home,

And he was bereft of his youngest child.

Adar! Adar!

He recollected when he was once more alone.

And Imladris no longer echoed with laughter.

Adar! Adar!

He looked up from his reverie,

And saw a shadow of the past.

The dark hair and silver eyes.

Adar? The young elfling glanced behind him. Adar?

He looked up to see his last son,

Smiling at him from the door.

Aiya ion nin, adar.