Lothlorien - As it was

Tall trees beauty as midnight loomed
Above that fair land
And golden leaves locked with hope
Were drawn around thy hand
And in thy eyes of deepest blue
The Noldors faith was placed
For this strange land, old and new
Is as one with you.

What silver, gold or mithril lace
Could be treasured here
As the river sings of yore and fear
Roams, yet is asleep
In this timeless time
That is the heart of immortal heart
That hours could never prime
And sunlight flits among the land that is thine.

So I wonder at this land
The beauty crafted by no hand
And I hope that naught could ever marr
That day as bright as night's bright star.

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