Disclaimer: Lothlorien is Tolkien's, not mine (darn it).
"Lothlorien"
the flow of water, the light ever shining
through darkness
strange for so many elves
silver
so many elves pale skin
light eyes
ethereal
not of the forest
but of the breeze that blows
softly and sighs
floating away
the golden woods, the golden wood
the golden leaves, my soul singing
lothlorien! white and gold
not distant thought-higher joy
but real joy! elves not of another world
not of the west so far almost east
elves of the earth, middle earth
falling leaves and dance and laughter
as light as fire, as real as the music
played by the spinning overflowing
guardsman of the borders, who loves the song
and hates the dirt in blood; golden hair
red hair as autumn, brown as comfort,
black as the night beyond the moon
not distant, but the trees
that are real joy
this is the eldar
here the magic nature
made more beautiful
so beautiful
a corner of the middle earth
even ever more earth
ever more forest
ever more joy
ever more song to sing
ever the days pass uncounted,
lothlorien!
outside the fading of ages
old, so stretched, so fading
but ever the song of golden in hearts
ever the joy, not fading,
elves may fade, but the song
is always dreams, is always dance,
is always laughter
even while fading into the west
it is too hard to not let
the song go on, which does not fade
willingly,
and even while fading, it is so hard
to willingly leave
the trees whose leaves inspire song
how hard to say
namariae, namariae,
lothlorien!
A/N: some of this is in response to the portrayal of the elves are like in
the movies. If you look at the elves in the book, you find that they are
much more the way I sought to portray them in this fic.
"Lothlorien"
the flow of water, the light ever shining
through darkness
strange for so many elves
silver
so many elves pale skin
light eyes
ethereal
not of the forest
but of the breeze that blows
softly and sighs
floating away
the golden woods, the golden wood
the golden leaves, my soul singing
lothlorien! white and gold
not distant thought-higher joy
but real joy! elves not of another world
not of the west so far almost east
elves of the earth, middle earth
falling leaves and dance and laughter
as light as fire, as real as the music
played by the spinning overflowing
guardsman of the borders, who loves the song
and hates the dirt in blood; golden hair
red hair as autumn, brown as comfort,
black as the night beyond the moon
not distant, but the trees
that are real joy
this is the eldar
here the magic nature
made more beautiful
so beautiful
a corner of the middle earth
even ever more earth
ever more forest
ever more joy
ever more song to sing
ever the days pass uncounted,
lothlorien!
outside the fading of ages
old, so stretched, so fading
but ever the song of golden in hearts
ever the joy, not fading,
elves may fade, but the song
is always dreams, is always dance,
is always laughter
even while fading into the west
it is too hard to not let
the song go on, which does not fade
willingly,
and even while fading, it is so hard
to willingly leave
the trees whose leaves inspire song
how hard to say
namariae, namariae,
lothlorien!
A/N: some of this is in response to the portrayal of the elves are like in
the movies. If you look at the elves in the book, you find that they are
much more the way I sought to portray them in this fic.
