Fair Imladris,
Though far away,
we still dream
of water falling.

Fair Imladris,
The autumn trees ignite to golden the hidden valley,
The scent of apples heavy in the air.

Fair Imladris,
Frosted with the lace of winter’s white.
Star fire shines as cold day
Descends to night.

Fair Imladris,
Your sons long for
The warm and merry halls.