Nimrodel

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 on her hairAs sun upon the golden boughsIn Lórien the fair.

Gil-galad

Gil-galad Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing; the last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the Sea. His sword was long, his lance was keen. His shining helm afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven’s field were mirrored in his silver shield. But long ago he […]