The Immortals

What were the Elves like,
Grandfather,
What were they like?

Marching in from the dark,
In cloaks of midnight blue
Sewn with stars.

Stars too on their helms
Inlaid with Elf-silver
Their eyes as bright as steel.

Don’t you remember,
Grandfather?
Was it too long ago?

How they turned as one
Obeying their great Elf-lord
Gleam of scarlet against stone.

Only a country boy
A rusty sword in my shaking hand
But they were immortal.

- Varda