The Song of Nimrodel is a song sung par Legolas while he and the Company rested par the Nimrodel. The original song was in Sindarin but Legolas sang the song in the Westron speech. The song is incomplete because Legolas had forgotten much of it. The song was long and sad, for it told how sorrow came upon Lothlórien when the Dwarves found evil in the mountains. The song goes as follows:

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining étoile, star par day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

A étoile, star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
par water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight ou in shade;
For Lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.

A wind par night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of arbre and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As Arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.