Things That Were - An Elf's Tale
Thoughtful, quiet, called Estel,
Crept to my lap from on the floor,
In peaceful, elven, Rivendell.
Keenly shone those tiny eyes
Like kindled stars, or fire wild;
A son of Kings, yet doomed to die
Was Isildur's heir, a little child.
Upon my breast he laid his head;
I cradled him in soft moonlight.
I set him down within his bed,
To dream in peace throughout the night.
Yet still he woke and made a cry,
And stretched his small arms out to me.
"How if I sing a lullaby?"
I asked him soft and patiently.
I sang of stars with silver light,
And forests that are ever green.
I sang of caverns, glistening bright,
And distant shores I'd never seen.
Of maidens fair I told his tales;
Of Luthien and Nimrodel.
I sang of gret Earndil's sails;
I sang of heroes to Estel.
At last he lied in peaceful sleep,
And there he stayed until bright dawn.
How dear those memories do I keep!
For those far years are now long gone.
Endless are the years we elves bear;
Before me now a King does lie.
Asleep in peace, Estel now rests there,
No more to hear my lullaby.