Poem: Rivendell’s Golden Grace

Rivendell’s Golden Grace
Beneath the mountain’s watchful gaze,
Where crystal waters gently play,
Rivendell, a haven bright,
Bathed in golden, elven light.

A waterfall, a shimmering veil,
Descends, a story to unveil,
Its waters pure, a cleansing art,
Healing wounds, mending a broken heart.

A tree, its leaves of golden hue,
A symbol of eternity, true,
Its branches reach towards the sky,
A beacon of hope, a reason why.

A throne room, a chamber grand,
Where wisdom and peace take command,
Adorned with treasures, rare and fine,
A testament to time.

In Rivendell, where elves reside,
A life of beauty, pure and wide,
A harmony of nature’s grace,
A haven seen from this mortal place.