Lady of Light - poem about Galadriel and what she does for the Fellowship
Haloed in gold, garbed in white
The Lady of Lothlorien
Risen to a revered height.
Aide for all the Travellers nine
Gifts for each, to lowest of low
She mends each and every heart
And heals each and every woe.
Grandmother to Undomiel
She shares her beauty so unmarred
All the ages passed her by
Leaving but memory of land left now in shard.