Even as they gazed, the Silverlode passed out into the currents of the Great River, 
and their boats turned and began to speed southwards. Soon the white form of 
the Lady was small and distant. She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill 
in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen 
in the lap of the land. Then it seemed to Frodo that she lifted her arms in a final 
farewell, and far but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her 
voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient tongue of the Elves beyond the Sea, 
and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not comfort him.
Yet as is the way of Elvish words, they remained graven in his memory, and long 
afterwards he interpreted them, as well as he could: the language was that of 
Elven-song and spoke of things little known on Middle-earth.

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

`Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! 
The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond 
the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of 
her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, 
Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, 
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on 
the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now 
lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. 
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! ' Varda is the name of that Lady whom the Elves 
in these lands of exile name Elbereth.
Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light 
of Lórien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again.