Song Of Nimrodel - The Tolkien Ensemble

Written by：C. Reiff

An eleven maid there was of old

A shining star by day

Her mantle white was hemmed with gold

Her shoes of silver grey

A star was bound upon her brows

A loght was on her hair

As sun upon the golden boughs

In lórien the fair

Her hair was long her limbs were white

And fair she was and free

And in the wind she went as light

As leaf of linden tree

Beside the falls of nimrodel

By water clear and cool

Her voice as falling silver fell

Into the shining pool

Where now she wanders none can tell

In sunlight or in shade

For lost of yore was nimrodel

And in the mountains strayed

The elven ship in haven grey

Beneath the mountain lee

Awaited her for many a day

Beside the roaring sea

A wind by night in northern lands

Arose and loud it cried

And drove the ship from elven strands

Across the streaming tide

When dawn came dim the land was lost

The mountains sinking grey

Beyond the heaving waves that tossed

Their plumes of blinding spray

Amroth beheld the fading shore

Now low beyond the swell

And cursed the faithless ship that bore

Him far from nimrodel

Of old he was an elven king

A Lord of tree and glen

When golden were the boughs in spring

In fair lothlórien

From helm to sea they saw him leap

As arrow from the string

And dive into water deep

As mew upon the wing

The wind was in his flowing hair

The foam about him shone

Afar they saw him strong and fair

Go riding like a swan

But from the west has come no word

And on the hither shore

No tidings elven folk have heard

Of amroth evermore