Lady of Light

   • Voices of the West  

In the distant past, in the furthest west,
A child of the Eldar, born beneath the trees,
Golden hair like rivers of the sun,
Eyes that held the light of the Two Trees.
She walked the paths where Melian sang,
A queen’s wisdom in a maiden’s grace,
Dreams of distant shores beyond the sea,
A fire in her heart no shadow could erase.

Through the ages, she stood tall,
A beacon in the dark, unbowed by fall.

Lady of Light, in the forest deep,
Your radiance guards what the shadows seek.
Through exile and war, your spirit burns bright,
Galadriel, forever the Lady of Light.

Across the ice of Helcaraxë, she tread,
With kinsmen bold, where hope nearly died,
In Nargothrond’s halls, her counsel was sought,
Yet pride in her heart she could not hide.
To Middle-earth’s heart, she bore her ring,
Nenya’s power to heal and preserve,
In Lothlórien’s golden wood, she reigned,
A queen of grace with unyielding nerve.

The Mirror shows fates yet to come,
Her strength defies the darkening sun.

Lady of Light, in the forest deep,
Your radiance guards what the shadows seek.
Through exile and war, your spirit burns bright,
Galadriel, forever the Lady of Light.

Tempted by the One, she turned away,
The darkness rejected, her soul to stay.
“I will diminish, and go into the West,”
Yet her legacy shines in the stars’ behest.
From Valinor’s shores to the Undying Lands,
Her light endures where mortal hope stands.

Lady of Light, in the forest deep,
Your radiance guards what the shadows seek.
Through exile and war, your spirit burns bright,
Galadriel, forever the Lady of Light.

As the ages fade and the worlds remake,
Her name will linger, for goodness’ sake.
Lady of Light, your star will not fade,
Galadriel, the undying flame.