At Last you are
My heart of trees
My walls of stone
My whisper in the Sindarin wind
Like a homely
Gleaming
Vein of oak
Your limbs a door
Ajar to an eternity
Uncloaked
Standing
Naming Rivendell
You are the sun
My palace place
Escape from Angbands hell
As dominion fades
Ere does the tide
So does the land
East of Belfalas lie
The mountainous trees
Begin and end
With a swell of men
No more to tell
At Last you are
My heart of trees
My stone since turned
My sacred dell
Such things one day will have a name and place in more than just mind.