Oh fading light of Elven-world,
Passes away, slowly vanishing,
Pleasant voices, heard no more.
The Great Hall of Fire,
Stands empty and cold.
Grey ashes and silence,
Not even an echo, from
Dark walls of stone.
Bright spirits, gone wandering,
Seeking a place of peace,
Where Mallorn trees grow.
Reunited kingdom for hobbits, dwarves and men,
But, the grace of Elves, is never seen again.