In the evening, Elladan sat by Astal and enjoyed the feast, with miruvor and Cordial of Imladris that Elladan had brought to drink. The feasting ended, and celebration commenced. Elladan heard the beginning of a song to Elbereth, and listened. When it ended, another came up in a clear high voice that started soft and became louder and full. He was entranced, and moved towards the sound in order to discover the singer. To his surprise, it was Astal, singing of beauty and light.
When she had finished and stepped back into the crowds, Elladan approached her. "Aiya, Astal...you did not tell me that you sang."
"Well," she said, blushing ever so slightly, "You never asked."
Elladan took her by the hand, and they went out under the trees. "Astal...you are amazing. Not only your voice, but yourself."
"As are you, Elladan. Your visit had been quite a pleasure."
"Now I am glad that I came."
Astal realized that they had moved into an embrace, with their hands on each others' hips. Since she was unbetrothed, Astal raised her face to the beautiful male one above her. He leaned down, and his lips gently brushed hers. They both much enjoyed this meeting, and so parted their lips, and allowed their mouths to form an intimate union, sending new feelings through both of their bodies.
"Elladan...," said Astal, when they stopped for a moment.
"What, sweet Astal?" He was utterly entranced by her.
"Have you ever felt this way before?"
"No, have you?"
"No. But I like it."
Their lips touched again, and their hands slowly explored each other's backs. They stopped, overcome by the sensations, and decided to part, as it was late, sleep, and meet again at tindomë.