In elvenhome of Rivendell
Where Elrond the half-elven dwells
Fair is his land, clear water flows
Like starlight caught in crystal shone.
Gay are his halls, the sparkling wells
Tinkled merrily like golden bells
Fair elven lords in carven stone
And dancing elven maids of old
Forgotten runes of ancient lore
Were placed upon his mighty door.

There music rang, forever sweet
The golden sun there brightly lit
No evil shadow ever falls,
No darkness touches shining walls
In Imladris, the elvenhome,
The mighty rest and cease to roam.

Though fair was Elrond's Rivendell
Fairer still, Arwen Undomiel
In Luthien's image come again
Evenstar of the elven race.

Dark as the twilight was her hair
The light in her eyes none could mar
The white of her arms shone like snow
On a winter's day, and her brow,
Adorned with glittering silver lace
Her soft grey raiment and her face,
Veiled with wisdom and memory old,
Youthful she was and yet not so.

The birds sang sweetly at her feet
The forest rejoiced when they meet,
The starlight falls about her hair
On Tinuviel, the elven- fair

Above all else did Elrond prize,
Above all counsels of the wise
Before the sun and silver moon,
The countless stars, the blooming fields
Ere any mighty elven lord
Ere valiant man or dwarven hoard
Above all gifts of Galadriel,
Was Arwen, Lady Undomiel.