The Ladies of the Rings (unfinished) - A foretaste of my forthcoming song for the true Ladies of the Rings.

The wind came down from the mountains to dale
and like her heart it cried.
For her missing love she longed,

O singing bird, O Nightingale!

She walked in the garden under the moonlight,
The holy place of the love so true.
A memory of the kiss goodbye.

O maiden pure of the Elvish might!

(This is only a part of the Arwen-part of the song. More is coming up soon!)

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