Hollin's Lament for the Elves

- Lothithil
from chapter 18 of Tree And Stone, also by Loth

Whither have gone the Folk?
Why do the vales echo hollow?
The holly grows still on the borders,
The grasses sigh to feel the passage of their feet
Where is the wandering waters?
Why do we hear no more songs?
Can we have been forgotten by those who loved us so?

Deep they delved us
Fair they wrought us
High they builded us;
But they are gone