Amid the mallorns of the wood
there dwells one of the Three.
Enchanting, sorrowful in mood
it will soon cease to be.
The power of the Elves will fade.
It is Lothlorien’s doom:
Whether the One is found/unmade
no living leaf will loom
once more upon this land so fair
where in the times of spring
gold is the ground – a dragon’s lair
where elven voices sing.
And yet no more shalt thou behold
That Wonder of the West
For change shalt come upon the world –
Lothlorien will find rest.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.