In Beleriand there stood a Hidden City fair,
of which the shadows were long unaware.
Twelve houses stood tall when their ruin did came,
yet they could not avail against wrath and flame.
Of those houses lost do the minstrels sadly play,
though one remnant rose again for those who stray.
On western shore they formed a house anew,
and to King's command they stayed always true.
With a Hammer blow fierce and Harp play appealing,
with an Arrow flying straight and a hand of healing.
With a Fountain fair like it stood in Elder Day,
and a Pillar firm so that others do not loose their way.
In Imladris do they still keep their duty,
to guard the elves and preserve their beauty.
