Elvensong

"laiss ainder, therais gelinner,
in•gylf-na•vrethil tynd ar brain
mi eryn calad
na giltinnar mi•’wath..."

I sang the hauntingly beautiful lay as I walked through the woods of my home, feeling incredibly happy now that I knew who I really was.

"…Glerlyth bo•goll dîn a rainc dîn
a finnel dîn sui gwath aphades."

The Eldar have the gift to create images when they sing, but I had no idea I also had this gift. And yet here she was, the one I had been singing of.

“Tinúviel, Tinúviel, ú-pado… daro sí, elleth brain!*” I called out, not wanting her to leave this place. She was the fairest being I had ever seen and she captivated me as she had Beren.



*Tinúviel, Tinúviel, don’t go…wait here, beautiful maiden!