Luthien Tinuviel

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The leaves were long,§0 §0the grass was green,§0 §0 §0The hemlock-umbels§0 §0tall and fair,§0 §0 §0And in the glade§0 §0a light was seen§0 §0 §0Of stars in shadow shimmering.§0

Tinuviel was§0 §0dancing there§0 §0 §0To music of§0 §0a pipe unseen,§0 §0 §0And light of stars§0 §0was in her hair,§0 §0 §0And in her raiment glimmering.§0

There Beren came§0 §0from mountains cold.§0 §0 §0And lost he wandered under leaves,§0 §0 §0And where the Elven-river rolled§0 §0 §0He walked alone and sorrowing.§0

He peered between the hemlock-leaves§0 §0 §0And saw in wonder flowers of gold§0 §0 §0Upon her mantle§0 §0and her sleeves§0 §0 §0And her hair like shadow following.§0

Enchantment healed his weary feet§0 §0 §0That over hills§0 §0were doomed to roam;§0 §0 §0And forth§0 §0he hastened,§0 §0strong and fleet,§0 §0 §0And grasped at moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome§0 §0 §0She lightly fled on dancing feet,§0 §0 §0And left him lonely still to roam§0 §0 §0In the silent forest listening.§0

He heard there oft the flying sound§0 §0 §0Of feet as light§0 §0as linden-leaves,§0 §0 §0Or music welling underground,§0 §0 §0In hidden hollows quavering.

Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,§0 §0 §0And one by one§0 §0with sighing sound§0 §0 §0Whispering fell§0 §0the beachen leaves§0 §0 §0In wintry woodland wavering.§0

He sought her ever, wandering far§0 §0 §0Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,§0 §0 §0By light of moon§0 §0and ray of star§0 §0 §0In frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted§0 §0in the moon,§0 §0 §0As on a hill-top§0 §0high and far§0 §0 §0She danced,§0 §0and at her feet was strewn§0 §0 §0A mist of silver quivering.§0

When winter passed, she came again,§0 §0 §0And her song released the§0 §0sudden spring,§0 §0 §0Like rising lark,§0 §0and falling rain,§0 §0 §0And melting water bubbling.

He saw the elven-flowers spring§0 §0 §0About her feet,§0 §0and healed again§0 §0 §0He longed by her§0 §0to dance and sing§0 §0 §0Upon the grass untroubling.§0

Again she fled,§0 §0but swift he came,§0 §0 §0Tinuviel! Tinuviel!§0 §0 §0He called her§0 §0by her elvish name;§0 §0 §0And there she halted listening.

One moment stood she, and a spell§0 §0 §0His voice laid on her: Beren came,§0 §0 §0And doom fell§0 §0on Tinuviel§0 §0 §0That in his arms§0 §0lay glistening.§0

As Beren looked§0 §0into her eyes§0 §0 §0Within the shadows§0 §0of her hair,§0 §0 §0The trembling starlight of the skies§0 §0 §0He saw there mirrored shimmering.

Tinuviel the elven-fair,§0 §0 §0Immortal maiden elven-wise,§0 §0 §0About him cast§0 §0her shadowy hair§0 §0 §0And arms like§0 §0silver glimmering.

Long was the way§0 §0that fate them bore,§0 §0 §0O'er stony mountains cold and grey,§0 §0 §0Through halls of iron and darkling door,§0 §0 §0And woods§0 §0of nightshade morrowless.

The Sundering Seas between them lay,§0 §0 §0And yet at last§0 §0they met once more,§0 §0 §0And long ago§0 §0they passed away§0 §0 §0In the forest§0 §0singing sorrowless.