A tale of sorrow, love, hope, and fear
A tale that spans many a year.
Of kings and rulers, tyrants and foes
Heroes and victors, and tales of woes.

The tale of Morgoth in evil so dark
Who turned from the light and from the mark.
Of the Silmarils, the one pure light
Stolen away and cast into the night.

The battles are told of Lord Sauron.
The battle against evil, goes on and on.
The death of Gil-galad, last of the high kings
And the final destruction of the One Ring.

There are tales of Lorienth and Rivendell
Tales of joy and sorrow we have to tell.
Lord Elrond the wise in many of the ways
His rule spaned across many a days.

Legolas the prince, of Mirkwood’s lands
Braver than most, with quick eye and hands.
Celeborn the great, strong and wise
With sternful face, and watchful eyes.

Galadriel the exile, the last one to go
By refusing the Ring, her strength she showed.
Arwen the fair, gave up immortality
For the love of Aragorn, for all to see.

Elros of the elves, left that race
To become like men, and look death in the face,
Tales of Mirkwood, dark, deep and green
One of the fairest woods, ever seen.

Fangorn Forest, oldest in the land
So old few can really, quite understand.
Stories of Sindarian elves are told
Who refused the Great Journey of old.

The Quendi were the first, tis true
Of all elven kin, when the world was new.
The silvian race, grey elves of the forest
In Lorienth and Mirkwood, different than the rest.

The Eldar-People of the Stars they’re called
Never returned to Middle Earth and are missed by all.
Feanor made the Palantir and Silmiril’s ore
Which lead to the downfall of the Noldor.

Doraith the kingdom among the oak
Home of Lord Thingol the Greycloak.
Tales of Norgothrond and Gondolin of old
Mighty fortresses of battles told.

Beleriand the most ancient elven realm be
Alass, destroyed by Morgoth under the Sea.
The tale of Glorfindel, one of the last Noldor
Defender of Rivendell, and so much more.

Haldir of Lorienth’s wooded lands
Who never saw the sea’s soft sands.
Thingol the greatest of the grey elf kings
Rumor of his fate, will forever ring.

Tales of Thranduil, Mirkwood’s beauty sing
Legolas’ father and a mighty elf king
Of Forlindon under rule of Gil-galad
And of Harlindon, which Celeborn had.

The Noldor who sailed over the Sea
But never returned for us all to see.
The tale of Turgon, Lord of Gondolin
Here the line of Elrond and Elros begin.

Neldoreth, great fortress of Beleriand
Under the rule of Thingol’s hand.
So many tales that must be told
So many tales that we must hold.

Tales of heros and tales of foe
Tales of happiness and tales of woe.
Places and times past and present
People of old and people who were sent.

King and Lords and yes Queens too
Those who knew what they had to do.
So many stories and tales to tell
Ones we all know, and we know them well.

These make up the history of the elven race
History we’ve had to look, square in the face.
Tales of splendor, defeat and true love
Of times we fell low and then soared far above.

It’s a tale of sorrow, love, hope and fear
A tale that spans many a year.
The future lies before us, ready to see
What will happen next, is up to you and me.