I walked along a lonely hill

- Tinidril

I walked along a lonely hill,
I saw him there,
a-standing still.

His cloak was stained, his boot well-worn,
Upon his frame
A hauberk torn.

And in his hand he held a gem,
White as a star;
Blazing diadem.

Pinned on his chest, in reply to white fire,
Burned a green stone
Of an elven sire.

Long years traced the lines of his face,
But clear was his gaze
Upon a distant place,

Where long ago his heart had stayed
In tender embrace
With a royal elf maid.