Dara's Song for Elrond

The West wind at evening
Brings salt of the sea
Grey and waiting, never-ending
Like the sky sewn with stars.

On his golden chair
In his mirrored hall
Elrond sits and dreams
Glory past and beauty lost.

On hands like ivory a Ring
On sable hair a circlet
In his heart an empty hall
Dead leaves blowing through.

Grey eyes bright as flame
Man and Elf, day and night,
Born at dawn but bound to dusk
Wounds beyond healing.

Season still follows season
But the sun rises in mist
On land no longer ours
Should we now depart?

Bend the bow, tune the harp
Once we were warriors
But we are tired of war, and worse
We are tired of peace.

- Varda