Of Movrethil and Helyanwen
He shall run, she shall fly,
On the steps of Doriath,
He will hear her cry,
She will find him swift,
and they shall try, and try
To make things right,
ere the time go by.
They met, by fate,
and love, was born,
In their hearts, but they must wait,
For hurts were done, and love was torn,
It shall be late, but not too late,
For they themselves, they had sworn,
The hurts were healed, and everything right,
They rejoiced, for it was the time,
He who ran swiftly, under the cover of the night,
She who flew with grace, as the wind chymed,
They met under the starry sky,
And by fate, love was born in their heart,
They, watched by the moon's eye,
Shall one day join the others, for they shall depart.
He shall run, she shall fly,
On the steps of Doriath,
He will hear her cry,
She will find him swift,
and they shall try, and try
To make things right,
ere the time go by.
They met, by fate,
and love, was born,
In their hearts, but they must wait,
For hurts were done, and love was torn,
It shall be late, but not too late,
For they themselves, they had sworn,
The hurts were healed, and everything right,
They rejoiced, for it was the time,
He who ran swiftly, under the cover of the night,
She who flew with grace, as the wind chymed,
They met under the starry sky,
And by fate, love was born in their heart,
They, watched by the moon's eye,
Shall one day join the others, for they shall depart.
