The Lay of Undómiel
Long ago in ages past
Ere the immortals sailed away.
Silver light the moon did cast
On Imladris glistening.
The Evenstar dwelt therein
Fairest of them all.
For in her the blood of Luthien
Was ever flowing.

In the twilight of the trees,
There came Aragorn.
Of him many tales were told of deeds
Dark and harrowing.
Sighting a maiden from afar,
He halted gazing.
For before him was the Evenstar
Her raiment glimmering.

He called to her, ‘Tinuviel!’
Fearing she would flee.
And he felt as if under spell
Of the maiden smiling.
‘Her name does not belong to me,
But perhaps her doom.’
Then Elven-light he did see
In her eyes twinkling.

In golden Lórien the fair,
Upon Cerin Amroth.
A loving troth they would share,
Forever binding.
In the city of the Kings
On a clear June day
The Elven minstrels did gladly sing
Of their rejoicing.

Now many years did come and fade
In a fearless world.
Ere Aragorn chose to be laid
In endless slumbering.
Evenstar bade farewell
To her loving people.
In silent Lórien she fell
Amongst elanor withering.