A cold wind blows between the mallorn trees,
The dwelling old and empty.
Nothing moves except for fallen leaves,
All can wander and be free.
For the elves have left,
On their ships into the west.
The elves greatest theft,
But perhaps it was for the best.
But no longer will the music flow,
The animals frolick and sing.
No more will the forest live and grow,
For no elf is left, but one married to the King.