The leaves fall gently down

in colors of orange and golden brown.

Time seems to wane and slow

all the land bathed in afternoon glow.

Songs and tales heard on the breeze

while all rest in gentle ease.

The quiet land bringing tender healing

leavng all with a lovely nameless feeling.

Oh, to be in the fair house of Elrond

Where all memories ever after are most fond.

Oh, to see the fair valley of Rivendell

where the noble Elves dwell.