Beneath the trees of Neldoreth,
There lies an ancient leafless path.
Which leads to a kingdom of pillared stone,
Where Thingol the king, set his throne.

There stars are glittering, up above,
In the gentle wind the sense of love.
The river flows as words of song,
The trees are standing, tall and strong.

A white stoned bridge, stands above the river,
In its end the gates, made of shinning silver.
There birds are chanting songs of light,
The guards are clad in green and white.

Beautiful are the halls, of Menegroth,
By the vision of Melian, they were wrought.
Visions of Valinor beyond the western sea,
A land where all walk fair and free.

Lanterns of gold, lighted up the halls,
Craven figures ran, upon the walls.
Of birds which flew beneath the sky,
And beasts that on the grass had lie.

There silver fountains brightly shone,
The floors of many colored stones
Minstrels sang, by the Harper's tunes,
Books of lore were written, in Daeron's runes.

Woven hangings, of Arda told,
Of her creation in the days of old,
When the world was young and yet prepared,
Before the singing of birds, were ever heard.

Under Thingol's kingship, all lived in delight,
Melian shone, as the stars of night.
Luthien beyond the beauty thought,
Mighty was the realm, of Menegroth.