Elrond:
Great big doors of oaken wood,
ivy growin’ where she once stood,
spice and herbs in new clean jars,
That’s my home.
Valley of laughter used to be,
golden sunrise, tall green trees
Breaks your heart when you have to leave,
It breaks your heart.

Celeborn:
It takes a harsh and cruel event
To drive you from your eternal home,
It makes you cry hard in the night
Maybe that’s what life’s about.

Thranduil:
Winter’s come, the hills are brown,
The tears freeze once they reach the ground.
Everybody’s leaving town,
They can’t go on.
The south wind through verandah gauze
Whines and bangs the chamber doors.
A mother sweeps dusty floors,
And feels alone.

Halbarad:
Tack and weapons filled with rust,
Boy leaves home to make a crust.
A father’s dreams reduced to dust,
But he must go on.

Denethor:
Tortured warriors – unashamed,
Sunburnt country wisely named.
hard worked and foreign claimed,
But never, never, never tamed.

Eomer:
Whirlwind swirls a paper high,
Same old news of further cry.
Of broken clouds just passing by,
That’s my home.