The tall, fair she-elf,
She dwells in Lothlorien,
She desires the ring.
I know your pain is
great, Samwise, for my soul is
torn in two; she sails
My brothers I followed here
Lorien is fading
Will they let me return?
The tall, fair she-elf,
She dwells in Lothlorien,
She desires the ring.
The ring, the bearer,
They come to Lothlorien,
It is her one chance.
Look in the mirror,
What does the ring-bearer see?
Things that are, may be.
Give her the one ring,
Then you will have an elf-queen,
Not dark, beautiful.
She has passed the test,
And she will now diminish,
Just Galadriel.