He sped towards the hillock green,the lissom limbs, the dancing sheen;he leapt upon the grassy hillh
He sped towards the hillock green,the lissom limbs, the dancing sheen;he leapt upon the grassy hillhis arms with loveliness to fill:his arms were empty, and she fled;away, away her white feet sped.But as she went he swiftly cameand called her with the tender nameof nightingales in elvish tongue,that all the woods now sudden rung:‘Tinúviel! Tinúviel!’And clear his voice was as a bell;'Tinúviel! Tinúviel!’His voice such love and longing filledone moment stood she, fear was stilled;one moment only; like a flamehe leaped towards her as she stayedand caught and kissed that elfin maid. As love there woke in sweet surprisethe starlight trembled in her eyes.A! Lúthien! A! Lúthien!more fair than any child of Men;O! loveliest maid of Elfinesse,what madness does thee now possess!A! lissom limbs and shadowy hairand chaplet of white snowdrops there;O! starry diadem and white pale hands beneath the pale moonlight!She left his arms and slipped awayjust at the breaking of the day. –J.R.R. Tolkien, The History of Middle-earth III: The Lays of Beleriand, “The Lay of Leithian”, Canto III -- source link
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