Elvensong
laiss ainder, therais gelinner,
in·gylf-na·vrethil tynd ar brain
mi eryn calad
na giltinnar mi·'wath...
I sang the hauntingly beautiful lay as I walked through the woods of my home, feeling incredibly happy now that I knew who I really was.
…Glerlyth bo·goll dîn a rainc dîn
a finnel dîn sui gwath aphades.
The Eldar have the gift to create images when they sing, but I had no idea I also had this gift. And yet here she was, the one I had been singing of.
"Tinúviel, Tinúviel, ú-pado… daro sí, elleth brain!" I called out, not wanting her to leave this place. She was the fairest being I had ever seen and she captivated me as she had Beren.
Tinúviel, Tinúviel, don't go…wait here, beautiful maiden!
