The Lay of Arien and Tilion
Fair Arien who keeps the day
Bright spirit of the fire
Drew Tilion near unto her
With splendor and desire
She it is who steers the sun
Vessel of the last bloom of Laurelin
He who guides the silver moon
And guards the light of Telperion
She as a maid did long attend
Laurelin in the time of the trees
When gold and silver bloomed
Far across the western seas
Its light did her no harm
The slender Maia child
Too bright for the Eldar to look on
Strong with eyes so wild
He a mighty hunter of Oromë
Who carried a silver bow
Of old slept near Telperion
And begged for the honor to go
The moon first rose among the stars
Isil it was named by all
The elder of the two as before
Telperion came first in growth and fall
Anar they named the sun
Second of the lights to rise
It gave light to all below
And brightened all the skies
The sun a sign of the coming
Of Men, the Second-born
The moon cherishes the Elves
Their memory now forlorn
The two not meant to be together
But Tilion held not to his courses
Drawn nearer to fair Arien
Who his vessel often scorches
Now it was decided then
To have a time of half-light
When stars are still to be seen
Shining in the shadowed night
Tilion they often called Rána
The Wayward in his path
Lover of all things silver
Not turned aside by wrath
Arien was known as Vása
Heart of fire awakens and consumes
The servants of evil hid from her
Whose glance brought on their dooms
Seen at times together in the sky
Sometimes he hides her light
So that in the middle of the day
Is like unto the start of night
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There you have it. Reviews are appreciated, but please be nice as this is my first attempt at a fanfic. Flames will be laughed at.