In the heart of the forest, where starlight beams,
Dwells Elendil, with dreams as vast as moonbeams.
With pointed ears and eyes like the deepest night,
She dances with the trees, bathed in mystic light.

Whispering woods, hear the song of the elves,
Tales of old, secrets the world delves.
Harmonies woven with silver and gold,
In the embrace of ancient trees, stories unfold.

With a lute in hand, and voice like the breeze,
She sings of love, wars, and forgotten seas.
Of dragons that soared and kings that fell,
In her melody, history's heartbeat does dwell.

Whispering woods,...