A/N- the poem is the real Lament for Gandalf. I found the words and the translation in the booklet that came with the soundtrack to the movie.
~Chapter Six
I sped up the steps, running in circles upwards around a tree. My hand trailed along the bark as my ears picked up a sound- they were singing the Lament again. I closed my eyes momentarily, listening to the music-
O Olórin I yáresse Mentaner I Númeherui Tírien I Rómenóri Maiaron I Oiosaila Manan elye etevanne Nórie I melanelye? Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren Ú-reniathach I amar galen I reniad lín ne mór, nuithannen In gwidh ristennein, I fae narchannen I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Caled veleg, ethuiannen In my mind I translated it into the language of the Men. My father had taught me the language long ago and although I found it halting and jerky, some of the words were beautiful. I went over the poem in their language- Olórin, who once wasSent by the Lords of the West
To guard the Lands of the East
Wisest of all Maiar
What drove you to leave
That which you have loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey
No more will you wander the green fields of this earth
Your journey has ended in darkness
The bonds cut, the spirit broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World
A great light, has gone out.
A tear slipped down my cheek and I wiped it away. The voices broke my heart. I took the rest of the stairs as quickly as I could and there I waited in my room, waiting for night to fall.
While I sat there, on the edge of my bed, I started to entertain thoughts of running away. Yes, I was a princess but what was the use being a princess if your father thinks that you slept with someone? Maybe father was thinking along these lines anyway- a marriage between the kingdoms of Lórien and Mirkwood would be a very powerful alliance indeed. I thought about this for a while and then I realized that the sky had blackened and the Evening Star was winking in the sky. I slipped off my bed and climbed back down the stairs silently as the wind. The music had stopped and the only sounds were the whispers of the breeze and the melodic chirps of the crickets and, as I drew nearer, the gurgling of water spilling over rocks. I crept down more stone steps and hurried towards a basin- the Mirror.
I took the silver pitcher from the rocks. It glinted in the light of the moon. I dipped it into the water and let it flow in. I trickled from the rocks and tapped upon a moss-covered boulder below. The pitcher filled quickly and I brought it over to the Mirror basin. The water sloshed along the edges of the basin and a drop fell out of the Mirror and onto the floor of the Wood. I leaned over the Mirror and my mother's words ran through my mind- the Mirror shows many things…things that have happened, things that are happening, and things that have not yet come to pass.
Soon the black water in the basin rippled, as if pushed by an invisible hand. Shadows moved, delicate as lace, just beneath the surface. Soon colors appeared and images formed.
Legolas looked back at me from the mirror, but his face was blurred so I could not tell his emotion. Soon his likeness faded and I saw the four Halflings- one with the Ring. Fire spread across the water and for a moment I saw an Eye. The Eye! I thought, the Eye of Sauron! Then I saw an Elf look back at me. He had blond hair like Legolas, and he looked a bit familiar. He wore a circlet on his hair and had the aura of great power. His image dissolved and was taken over by an image of my father, and then one of Gandalf, and then a picture of a whole court of Elves, dressed in their best robes. A blurry white figure looked back at me from the front of the room but I could not see its face. I saw fire once more- Lórien! Lothlórien was burning! I saw my family- and I- being tied up and herded onto a wagon, shoved rudely into the back. Something fell off my sister's head- a crown? Was Elanor wearing a crown? No, that was I in the wagon! Where was Elanor? As I tried to study the picture more it faded into darkness. For a moment nothing happened. Then I saw the Fellowship- first coming into the Wood and Haldir catching them, and then they were sailing on a river, past the statues of the Great Kings. I saw Orcs attacking them from the woods and Frodo and Legolas fighting them off. I saw Borimer fall. The last image in the Mirror was a picture of my father's furious face- the face I had encountered this afternoon.
Then the mirror went blank and the water disappeared, left to rain down on us some other day. I stepped away from the Mirror and climbed back up the stone steps to my room to think about what I had seen.