"Procession Of The Elves"

I lay in the grass and watched
The procession of the elves
Passing from this world
Into the next.
Tears fell down my face
For I knew the old lands
Would soon be inherited
By the children of men.
And they would destroy
All that still remained
Of the elven kingdoms
And make black cities
Goodbye to all wondrous things
Of mithril and magic
The tales will live on
But for the elves, none will remain.
I feel like this is history
Passing right before my eyes
While my companions sit
In hushed reverence.
"Mister Frodo", the voice whispers
"We should go now"
And we get up quietly to leave
Onwards to Bree
And all things to come..