Elves

Though not as mysteriously beautiful as Lothlorien, nor as great as Rivendell, still fair was the town of the Firstborn located southernmost in Ered Luin on the river Lhûn, just south of Duillond. Celondim, Sindarin for "river dell", the major port which ferried wood to Mithlond where the white ships departed for the West, and even in these times it was a bustling city. A land no doubt elvish, for the forest was fair and green, and there were hills and rivers, and upon the soft wind came the voices of the Elves.

"Meletheldi" *

Swan brooch sparkling with shine of the Elbereth's stars
I placed it on the windowsill right after dark
My heart is trembling, help me see if it’s going to break

Even if only the fireflies light the sky like some false stars
And our bond slowly fades into the endless night 
I’ll keep on asking “Be close, please” ’til my voice is sore

Come, come, gather here 
Behold such a saddening tale 
Come, come, take your handkerchief 
It may keep you well.

It came upon the sunrise clear 
That sorrowful song of old 
From Elves bounded to the Earth 
To touch their harps of gold.

The Ranger find himself alone in the wood 
It's magic only forest spirits understood 
He lose himself hoping to find 
The peace of mind he left behind.