Galadriel's Tears
Her tears,
Like an angel crying.
The fair and beautiful face,
With tears streaming down,
Like a silent falling star.
Alone she sits,
Alone she mourns,
Alone she sits in her seat of gold.
She weeps on her bed of silver.
Her misty silver hair, like rain,
Falls against her face in melancholy seasons.
Alas, the Lady is mourning.
Despite the peaceful calm,
The Lady weeps.
Her tears turn to jewels
Fair and sad.
Galadriel and her tears,
Turning to winter,
Always the moon.
Ai! Galadriel na faeil!
Nir elleth-brennil.
