Her eyes were bright and shining. She looked to him like Tinúviel from the Elvish stories Thorin forbade him to read.
But no, her beauty was unsurpassed. The lady who danced among fire and stars was incomparable to any other.
He longed to ask her, but his eyes closed of his own accord. He pretended it was his Tauriel's fingers that swept his hair aside as he was pulled into a deep sleep.