How Legrace came to know the fairest of the princes of the elves
In physical form, Legrace the Maia was very tall and always stood very straight. She was strongly built and was a woman in her prime, no longer impressionable or lacking in confidence like a young lass. Her hair, which she always wore uncased and loose, was waist length, thick, rich, and it was dark red like expensive wine. She had fine dark eyes, black and usually full of amusement. Her face was exquisite, lovely, incandescent with the light of Iluvatar, for she had sprung from His joy and love. Her beauty was not the delicate, slender loveliness of the elves, it was rather something more, for she smoldered with sensuality and was irresistible to any whom she sought to charm.
She laughed at everything and found amusement in the smallest things, and no one could remain unmoved by her voice.
Her weakness was her fondness for tall, fair-faced Elves and Men. Once she had set her eyes upon the elven princes of old, fairest creatures in her eyes, save the one she had taken to husband, her hunger had never abated. Although her husband had always been delighted by her nearly insatiable desire for him, he encouraged her in her amorous adventures. He gave her the pick of the prisoners and was amused by her appetite. She always returned to his bed with love and desire in her eyes and eagerness in her touch. It excited him, too, how aggressively she made love to him after she had returned from her liaisons and seductions.
They were perfectly content together until a strange band of orcs passed by his tower, and he had them brought before him. Then came the singing contest. The voice of Sauron was powerful and beautiful, and one of the disguised orcs sang in challenge. His fair, exquisite voice rang through the tower, and Legrace stirred in her private chambers. Leaving her raiment behind, she went down to the Main Hall, where she admired her husband. He was tall, regal, immense, with black hair grown just to his collar and extraordinarily exquisite dark blue eyes. She loved him beyond all things, and as he sang, the sound of his voice filled her with joy. She cloaked herself in secrecy and went to him, moving to the rhythm of his song. Only he could perceive her, and his voice rose with a sweet emotion. She went and sat upon the arm of his chair. Her caressing fingers brushed his arm, and his hallowed voice swelled so that the orc-clad figure collapsed before him.
They were stripped of their disguises, and for the first time, Legrace saw the fairest of all the princes of the elves although they did not know his name. She nuzzled her husband's ear and stroked his shoulder affectionately.
"I want the pretty golden one," she purred.
"I though you would," he replied with a grin. "You should not be here, Legrace. Go, and I shall have him prepared for you."
Thus, Legrace became the lover of the King of Nargothrond, Finrod son of Finarfin, called the Faithful, Felagund, (Hewer of Caves), and the Friend of Men, but the tale of their days together is told elsewhere. So dazzled was she by his fine, lithe, strong body and beautiful face that she did not return to her husband's bed for many days. They had never gone so long without making love except when she had gone abroad. He had no other lover, and he longed for Legrace, but still she did not come. He grew jealous, and instead of waiting for her to grow tired of her "pretty elf prince", he cast Finrod into the pit of the wolf with the others.
There, Finrod slew the wolf with his hands and his teeth, but he was mortally wounded and died in the arms of his companions. So passed the fairest and most beloved of all the elf men who have ever walked upon Middle-earth.
In a rage, Legrace went to confront Sauron in the Main Hall. If she had only realized that her husband had been mad with jealousy, history may have been different. As it was, she appeared for the first time in the Hall in physical form, and the servants quailed in fear at her terrible and magnificent beauty. Their spectacular and renowned row shook the tower to its very foundation. Then, Legrace abandoned him for the first time in history and long walked the cold shores until her anger abated. The eternal love and passion of Eru overruled grief at the death of her temporary lover, and she returned only to find Sauron vanquished and driven out and the tower held by his enemy. She ran, then, to find him, singing and weeping her loss, and she eventually found him and was comforted in his arms. Neither ever spoke of it again in the eons they spent together.