When the mellyrn sowed gold in all darkness deep
Alone Nimrodel walked in bare light feet
Shadow and strife she could no longer stand
Since in grief was her heart and the end was at hand
For dull and grey cage the world had become
As greed and grim war turnt it into their home
Ancient days of glory and lustrous silver past
For even silver rusts and glory drowned dies
Those chains in her shoulders by countless years were tied
Till in thickest Lothlórien in silvanish she cried:
“Lórien’s bliss and Estë: will I ever find peace?
Gods take away my blame and get soon my last release!”
But too in deep Lórinand Iortauglir had rest
When he heard the fair lady not so far by the west
And while peace she longed for her tormented soul
As in vision he fancied far Mandos’ abode:
“Mourns of Nienna the blessed! Do you cry for our sake?
For Iluvatar’s children in such gruesome fate?
Are you calling the Eldar to dismiss from this world
While you pain for the others who should bear the whole load?”
And while saying these words in sweet slumber he stood
But Nimrodel hushed and too stopped the flood
While mellyrn sowed gold in all darkness deep
And a nightingale’s song woke the elf from his sleep:
“No maiar nor Valier was swallowt by night
But in prison elf-spirit is now veilt at your sight
For undying elves walks on perishing land
While death is the bless for diminisht mankind
Through wanders and thorns I walk in decaying fate
So here is the place where ends glum Edain’s fade”
Southwards were heard sort of strident-noised storms:
The deep roars of Ulmo hitting the edged black stones
In a furious cascade and a column far tall
That henceforth was named the Nimrodel Falls
“Hold!” Iortauglir said bold toward gruesome desire
“For stars fade as well when the east lifts the fire
If no Maiar nor Valier but as Eldar you speak
In the name of what lord wish your life not to keep?”
She answered not and grasped fast his gaze deep
But soon as mourner ghost she burst out in sour weep
“No law nor commandment were sent down from above
But since long this hurt land I have stopped to love
All this, from the high peaks to the deeps cold and hot
The whole deeds of skilled Aulë have begun to rot”
Thus of words he then quitted for that heart full of thorns
For on wisdom and ages he did ride too through mourns
So remembered the spring in those cold winter nights
And he meant her a hope in the shape of a smile
She would not drop a smile from her weakened flames
But instead came an answer in the bitter word “shame”
And as the mellyrn leafs fall off over the soil
So Nimrodel fainted there surrendered in toils
And Manwë’s breath came as fast northern gale
When Iortauglir in haste could hold the elf maid
But in the sudden embrace as beyond all times
He then heard the dull strokes of lost Númenor’s chimes:
Covered by waves by their impious desecration
Those drowned kings of pride fell deep in their ambition
For “shame” she mumbled when the scepter would have bore
The time when king Amroth true love he then swore
Trading rule of Lothlórien for blesst Aman bed
Expecting western bliss but drownt meeting death
And then is when beauty went tragedy and doom
When both king and kingdoms lied under ocean’s foam
So now Nahar passed fast and the dark knight gone far
While Iortauglir stared still at the White Cavern Star
And then lips and soft skin became pale in the morn
In a once purpled dress now faded as grey storm
And that gold-reddish hair whence poetry flew once
Those fair bare light feet that in love they often danced
And those hands filled with work once held by royal hands
Those eyes which have glimpsed but so ne'er they have fancied
That closed in dreams they'd be and halcyon would those feet
And those hands and golden hair that stage would too keep
When asleep she fell lost in Ered Nimrais arbor
While Amroth found death in far Belfalas harbor
But Iortauglir saw forth without knowing the source
For his heart was then jointed as so was the remorse
To a place where no sun and no moon shone up high
And Yavanna’s two trees brought then stained Arda’s light
And he saw even far to the furthest of wests
To the garden of Lórien where the tired get rest
And he fancied the shape of two elves by a well
Where the first was embracing the other there fell
T’was a king with his wife holding tight in his arms
For her soul was leaving tho´ she suffered no harm
He said: “Rest here my queen thou shall soon recover
For what bliss will I find if you leave here your lover?
And no place has been made by holy Vala's hand
That I may call my home for it’s you my blessed land”
But there in Lothlórien no more words were then spellt
Just Iortauglir's embrace and the tears that thick fell
And the star of the west which light began to fade
By the sun from the east bringing forth the new day
And so came the last breath of the fairest of maids
Whose beauty and science went now only a shade
Without hope in her heart and no love of her own
But only remorse for who has waited too long
While the mellyrn sowed gold in all darkness deep
The elf saw the queen's soul coming out from her lips
At the side of cascades and a column far tall
That henceforth was named the Nimrodel Falls.
