I have decided to add various bit of poetry to this section as and when they occur. When there is a reason for it I shall explain the verse's origin. When there is none – I shan't. This is such a one.
Galadriel's Lay (In the worse possible taste)
The world is changing, what is the cause?
I feel it in my water – it's the menopause,
Hits elven queens around the 3rd age,
So I'm going through a funny stage.
Celeborn's changed he's not the same,
Gets on my nerves, I think Gandalf's to blame,
He wanted to chat to him, you see,
He never bloody well talks to me!
The mirror's changed in myth and fable,
I said we shouldn't have switched to cable,
And Haldir's being such a bore,
Keeps flicking over to see the score.
Sauron's getting above Himself,
Seems to think he's a bloody elf,
But His weird ideas make me chortle,
You need a body to be immortal.
Now Mr. One-Eye wants to run the Show,
Says there's nowhere else to go,
He can have it all back – his ring as well,
And when Eru creates it, He can go to hell!
So now I'm thinking of taking a cruise,
Cabaret, Bingo, blokes and booze,
I'm not getting any younger my dear
And there's nothing really left for me here.
I suppose you can email me once I'm gone,
Try Galadriel@Undying-dot-com,
But I really just want to be alone,
So I'm switching the telepathy to answerphone.
Círdan says that I shouldn't adjourn,
So I've told him to make the ticket return,
Then if it really comes to the crunch,
I can catch up with Arwen and do lunch.
But right now I just need a rest,
I've done a lot and I'm past my best,
And an Elven Queen must bow to fate,
When She's exceeded her sell-by date.
Llinos
Marlow-on-Thames April 1st 2003