I like to wander around old book shops, poking in the corner and seeing what there is. In one rather strange volume, something about some Y'golonac, a tatterred and yellowed parchment slipped out. It took me a while to translate it, and even now there are gaps because of the decay, but I though you might enjoy it, even as it is. I suspect that even in the Fourth Age there was still some traffic between Middle Earth and the Blessed Realm, perhaps Olorin returning to nag King Elessar, and that is how this history from the Elvenhome came into human hands:
... Galadriel
with long labour that lucky Gimli,
on pleasant shores they played their game
in morn and noon and misty night
with Legolas so gay in their games so private.
Their wild sport in willow meads
brought joy to Valar so jaded and vain,
and Elvenwives eating bonbons
while peering deep in Palantirs
for morning talk and moralising shows.
Yet Frodo ignored the frolicks and fun
sitting friendless on sighing beaches:
nobody likes a boring downer.
Where claw the mountains
Celeborn, that cuckold fool,
was an aching burden to Elros and Elrohir
and garlanded Arwen, his grandchildren,
who forsook the West, that sunny strand
of endless bliss and emerald woods
upon the breast of pearly beaches;
who forsook the West in sincerely hoping
of hiding free behind the Dark
from Celeborn that cowerring boob.
The Doublemint twins,
the dynamic duo, the daring bipeds,
Elros and Elrohir ...
... In a pale ship
of palm and beech in bitching purple,
did Celeborn cross the Sea
to greet again his gracious wife
Galadriel who gave so freely
to weary walkers worn and tired.
And giving freely to Gimli the Dwarf,
she bounced their bed while berthed below
her husband's boat. "Honey, I'm home,"
he called at once, Celeborn,
while walking through the willowed grounds.
So deep their passions (and so darned loud),
they never heard his nervous tread
on tiled courts until he came
to the chamber's door. How chaste she looked
as Celeborn kissed his babe.
Her loneliness had left her ill
and thus explained her thunderred pulse
and disarray of dress and bed.
He kissed again and cuddled long,
blind, benighted, and blithe to lies.
In dread and shiverring and dressed in naught
but garterred hose Gimli stood
upon the parapet where perched he found
Bilbo and Sam, a bunny of Easter,
a Maia or two, ...
... Galadriel
with labour long released her burden;
her aching womb was eased of weight.
Galadriel the golden braided
has given life to a lissome girl
so fair of face with furry feet...