Lord Elrond, Too, Sheds Tears


A headdress reflects silver, in his raven hair,
and tears are often dripping, down his face so fair.
His heart is a prisoner, to his wise old mind,
one of the eldest, of the departing kind.

Often he's seen the leaves fall from trees,
before his departure on the western seas.
And alone he shall stand on the white shore,
of the Elvish haven called Valinor.

Lonliness is his misery in all its forms,
and his tears are like rain in thunderstorms.
A shadow is constantly over his heart,
where his love begins, his sadness will start.

Tears glisten in his true blue eyes,
whilst stars twinkle in the darkening skies.
True love is what this Lord knows best,
he lays all his sorrow down to rest.

A headdress reflects silver, in his raven hair,
and tears no longer stain, his Elvish face so fair.
His heart is no longer a prisoner, to his wise, just mind,
one of the eldest, of the departed kind.

- Queen of Gondor