Disclaimer (this requires a special one): I have no idea, really, how much "magic" Tolkien intended his elves to be able to wield by song; in fact, the term "songs of power" may only be fanon anyway. Excuse me, please, if I've made any huge blunders with canon here, though I'd be glad to know about them. Enjoy! (I hope.)

In light of Aman's noontide lived an elven-maid:
Amarië the Vanya, lady fair,
Her eyes of blue, her face and temper sweetly laid,
And light-reflecting shone her golden hair.

In Tirion's fair court a festival was planned
And so she was invited to its days;
Alone but for her maid she travelled 'cross the land
And sang in golden light her lovely lays.

Her maid, however, jealous of her lady's place—
Named Elwen, she did wish to meet the lords—
Was trained in songs of pow'r by which she did erase
And flip their features by her lilting words.

She worked it so Amarië could not herself
See changes Elwen to their forms had made
But that, on being seen by any other elf,
Unknowingly he'd mistress take for maid.

So when they'd reached the palace set on Túna's crest,
Were nobly greeted by Prince Finarfin,
Then Elwen to a lady's rooms was sent to rest,
Amarië, confused, to serve within.

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Prince Finrod, so beloved and fair of Noldor court,
Had just returned from hunting glad and free;
Within the palace rumors heard of strangest sort:
A maid a lady claimed to truly be!

In curiosity he sought the source to find,
And so her mistress found and to her spoke,
But Elwen, feigning sadness, said her maiden's mind
Was damaged from the day she first awoke.

Now Finrod, unconvinced, sought out Amarië—
Remember, now, he too knew songs of pow'r—
He saw through Elwen's wrought disguises straight away
And with his song reversed them in that hour.

Amarië, now knowing what'd befallen her,
Soon laughed and thanked Prince Finrod for his aid;
From then on by each other they entrancéd were:
So strangely never-ending love was made.

Author's Rant coming up. Skip at your own discretion:

A/R: This poem would not cooperate! I mean, I've had the idea forever, but the characters wouldn't work, and the plot wouldn't work, and the rhythm wouldn't work, and the rhymes wouldn't work, and argh! It was fighting me every step of the way!

Okay, rant over ;). I had to get that out of my system. Anyway...

A/N: Considering the uncooperative nature of this poem (see A/R above), I'm not sure whether it makes sense or flows at all. I hope, after reading it, you can either relieve my mind...or inform me it "needs improvement!" See you in the reviews :).

P.S. You can decide what happens to Elwen since I couldn't figure out how to fit a fate for her into the poem. It's like those choose-your-own-ending stories!

Have a blessed day :).