Washed in gold the land did shimmer;
Telling of the day waning, and my days fading.

Wrapped in thought, fair song did I hear,
And turned about, and saw him there.
The king, their hope, my doom

He saw me and stopped.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called to me.
And how my heart did spring!

Brief was our meeting,
But all too certain my heart.

Years passed without a word,
Yet next I would see him;
My choice would be made.

In elven white and silver crown;
He came to me beneath the boughs.
And there amidst undying fair,
I gave my heart and cleaved to him, the dunadain.

Yet several years would have to pass,
For darkness was near and hope now little.

Many years later, I watched all leave.
But I stayed, for him.

And in the final hour when the end seems near;
I lay down my head and gave away my grace.
For hope, was still there

Then out of the shadows the darkness was thrown
And the hope of men rose and was crowned.

Peace now restored and the people at ease;
I come to you now, upon palfrey of grey,
And beside those that I once called home.

I bind to you now, Estel my lord.
Unknowing, yet not without hope.

A countless score years have passed
And I sit beside you now,
Sorrowful and weeping.

Many years of Joy we have spent.
Yet your time draws near.
And with sadness ever in my heart,
you leave me now.

With the light of my eyes cold and quenched,
I bid all that I love farewell.
I depart now to my motherland, the abandoned realm of Lorien.