Midwood in autumn moon
Dawning upon silver dewshimmering like firefliesand golden leaves from up highstriding up to me
The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls and palest whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds
She is the queen of her kind["Among the highest branches, above the temple alcoves my youngest daughter, the elven princess Sariel, often sat and sang hymns and ballads of olden lore and was little concerned with the heavy burden bestowed upon her family. Her favourite song was that of the magical ivory flutes of Niaranden, the Naiden children - the elfkind"]
Sung by flutes of ivorynotes soar round the elder treestairs ascending to far up highwhere golden leaves kiss the sky
The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls and palest whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds
She is the queen of her kind
For the longest time we expected you 
Ilamrion, "Islander".
Your story planted with the very seeds of 
Val'inthor
On our journey 
I answered you with only silence,
For the ever present shadow scoured the valleys and moors
Asking your name.
Man will rise as one under the 
First-born's law,unholy war brings to demise to elf and dwarf
Second-born from the shores beyond,in his sacrifice a prophecy is undone
When night retrests,
Thousands have fallen on ivory ground
Dragon Son,there can be only one
The lady of goldenwoodwith words of death and palest gloom
And now as 
I leave her behind,
She remains in my mind