Sparks Amid the Dark by Isilme_among_the_stars  

Rivendell

Come walk my halls where once was heard the sound of merry song. 
Silent are the autumn airs, yet that I do not mourn. 
The stones remember voices fair and lays they once did sing. 
But they have passed long years ago away across the sea.

Don't mourn for me for I will keep this gladness locked in stone. 
In memory their joy lives on, in old and dusty tomes. 
Where pain has fled and peace is vast my dear ones dwell once more. 
And walk among the kindly valleys of a hither shore.

And I am needed no more.