Elanor and Niphrendil graced the grass around them as they dwelt contentedly in Lothlorien. The flet was situated on a high mallorn tree, overlooking many lands.
Already the forest seemed to be ushering in winter, for the boughs of mallorn were bare instead of being laden with golden flowers, but the maiden cared not. She made her way swiftly and silently towards the green sward, where he awaited.
He was there, in the usual place.
Taking her hand, he led her to the top of the hill, and they climbed the long ladder.
They stood, silent and unmoving, clasping each other's hand as they witnessed another setting of the sun. It meant naught to them, for the waning of another day was but another leaf in the forest. Time touched them little. They were more interested in the brilliance of the sunlight, the rich, golden light that shone on them for a while, before being enveloped by the night.
"What do you wish for, my lady? If it is within my power, I will grant it to you. " He turned his questioning gaze upon her.
"I wish to have light. To capture the light and have it beside me forever."
He took in the sunlight playing in her tresses, contemplating his decision.
"So be it."
He turned her gently and kissed her, and as he did the flames between them leapt and threatened to devour.
You shall have my fire forever, for I shall never leave you. The light kindled will be yours.