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               Galadriel's Lament (Song of Eldamar)
                                by J.R.R. Tolkien

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
   Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
    And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
    In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
    While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
    The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
    And in a fading crown have twined the golden Elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
    What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

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We had our first snowfall of the season here, so I wanted to make an appropriately winter-y image to commemorate it. Galadriel's lament has always seemed quite poignant to me. It's like she's stuck between earth and water, never fully able to live with her inability to return to Valinor, even while living in the paradisaical Lothlórien. How precious things can become to us when we lose the ability to regain them.

Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion are (c) J.R.R. Tolkien

This image (c) Galapagos Girl 2016. My artwork and writing, including requests, are my intellectual property and are subject to all applicable copyright laws except as provided for above. Do not copy, transfer, use, download, claim as your own, upload on another site or remove the watermark from my work without my express written consent.

Description
               Galadriel's Lament (Song of Eldamar)
                                by J.R.R. Tolkien

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
   Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
    And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
    In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
    While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
    The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
    And in a fading crown have twined the golden Elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
    What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

_______________________

We had our first snowfall of the season here, so I wanted to make an appropriately winter-y image to commemorate it. Galadriel's lament has always seemed quite poignant to me. It's like she's stuck between earth and water, never fully able to live with her inability to return to Valinor, even while living in the paradisaical Lothlórien. How precious things can become to us when we lose the ability to regain them.

Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion are (c) J.R.R. Tolkien

This image (c) Galapagos Girl 2016. My artwork and writing, including requests, are my intellectual property and are subject to all applicable copyright laws except as provided for above. Do not copy, transfer, use, download, claim as your own, upload on another site or remove the watermark from my work without my express written consent.