Home to Valanor
A feast, so it is called,
A meeting of great grandeur.
A party, if you fancy,
For those now coming ashore.
Shining lights, the twinkling kind,
Decorations spread colour around!
From side to centre eyes open wide
And say: "How beautif'ly fair!"
The guests of honour, two elves there be,
Two halflings and a wizard in their midst;
From the far shore, Galadriel the Fair
And Elrond from Imladris.
Frodo and Bilbo, hobbits of the Shire,
The guardians of once the One;
And Gandalf the Grey, Mithrandir they say,
Now cloaked in a robe of white.
To Valanor they now have come,
And great is the feast in their honour;
For the Ringbearers walk on this shore, at last!
To heal from a wound slow in mending.
All hearts leap with joy
At the arrival of the Three!
But most of all they cheer for One
Who will now no longer be!
Many a speech is spoken aloud;
Oft' there is laughter through red flowing wine.
A kiss which fair ladies give little boys' cheeks,
Who taste the good food and are sweet.
Well into morning the couples all danced;
The sun colouring red like sweet wine.
Never again shall be forgotten the time
When the Ringbearers' fate led them home!
But now it is over, and all say goodnight,
Though stars will soon fade in the sky.
All is quiet, sleep comes at last,
And the peace, long sought after, began.