Every time

The same thing happened.

She sat and watched

On her own.

No on noticed her

No one spoke

Because they knew

She was different.

She looked like other hobbits

It was just something

That was inside of her:

She was herself.

She didn't understand,

She was pretty

She was smart

…And she was tall.

She had Elven blood

They didn't trust her.

She wanted to be like

Everyone she saw.

But she wasn't

So she walked alone

She lived alone

And she wept in her heart.

It went on until

She was out of her tweens.

Then one day she sat

Singing a song.

"Amin utue ta,

Mellonamin

Amin khiluva lle a`

Gurtha ar` thar."

She heard a shy voice

Right next to her.

There she saw faces,

Two of them, smiling.

"Evening, my Elf girl."

One laughed to her

"We've seen you sitting,

Sad and alone."

The other stepped forward

And took her hand.

"Teach us fair Lady,

You're not alone, as you think."



This is something I wrote a few years ago (modified for LoTR). The elf girl is me. But I have friends now, and would like to say I'm glad ^_^.

This is the translation of the Elvish song:

I found it,

My friend,

I will follow you

To death and beyond.

My Elvish vocab is limited, but I'm working on it!