Glairfindel's Lamment. Poem by Peri Morgan

Upon the dark green hills,
he stood there tall and proud,
and to this day he stands there still,
for he was endowed.
With the lonely patience,
of the passing years,
yet with unknown relevance,
he subded all fears.
For his pale skin,
shone with the light of the moon,
and from deep within,
came the twinkling of stars at noon.
Yes he was of elfen race,
fair as he was tall,
all the years lined in his face,
yet he looked no more.
Than twenty of our mortal years,
a man yet still a boy,
who hath shed so many tears,
yet still known so much joy.
Glairfindel his name,
waiting for his love,
but she never came,
to the land that stood above.
All the valleys and the fields,
far down to the sea,
and all the joy that it yields,
could not set him free.