- Shelob

We walked together in the spring time
Your laughter, gentle through the leaves,
and I loved the strength of somber tall pine,
while you desired flowers, blowing in the wind.

Warm summer of our love affair,
brought grey skies and rain.
Of beech and willow, I came to care,
Your thoughts, in fields of golden grain.

With winter's cold love's promise falls, as
blowing drifts of white, around my knees.
You wandered far from ancient woods, and no
one has seen you since, tho' I ask, please?

Forest solitude, so quiet and yet,
echoing sounds of Entwives's footsteps.