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Nimrodel and Amroth

An Elven maid there was of old,

A shining star by day:

Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,

Her shoes of silver-grey

 

A star was bound upon her brows,

A light was in her hair

As sun upon the golden boughs

In Lrien the fair

 

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,

And fair she was and free;

And in the wind she went as light

As leaf of linden-tree

 

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,

By water clear and cool,

Her voice as falling silver fell

Into the shining pool

 

Where now she wanders none can tell,

In sunlight or in shade;

For lost of yore was Nimrodel

And in the mountains strayed

 

The elven-ship in haven grey

Beneath the mountain-lee

Awaited her for many a day

Beside the roaring sea

 

A wind by night in Northern lands

Arose, and loud it cried,

And drove the ship from elven-strands

Across the streaming tide

 

When dawn came dim the last was lost,

The mountains sinking grey

Beyond the heaving waves that tossed

Their plumes of blinding spray

 

Amroth beheld the falling shore

Now low beyond the swell,

And cursed the faithless ship that bore

Him far from Nimrodel

 

Of old he was an Elven-king,

A lord of tree and glen,

When golden were the boughs in spring

In fair Lothlrien

 

From helm to sea they saw him leap,

As arrow from the string,

And dive into the water deep,

As mew upon the wing

 

The wind was in his flowing hair,

The foam about him shone;

Afar the saw him strong a fair

Go riding like a swan

 

But from the West has come no word,

And on the Hither Shore

No tidings Elven-folk have heard

Of Amroth evermore

 

***This is but a part of the tale.  This rendition was written in Westron of the Eldar in Imladris, and remains to be sung thus, however in the lands of the Woodland Sindar and the Avari, it is sung on the woodland speech, the dialect of pure Sindarin speech mingled with the words of the Silvan.