Raven’s wing black reflecting blue. Sunshine and moonlight. Fields of ripe corn, promising bounty. The deep, rich brown-red of chestnut hulls.

The pale translucence of albaster, cool and inviting. Warm as peaches, tawny, luscious, promising sweetness. Dusky, deep and dark, revealing mysteries.

Tall and lithe, powerful, dancing in the moonlight hour upon hour. Compact, generous, lush, soft.

Blue of cornflowers, sapphires, or clear summer skies. Amber, always warm.

Watching them dance, Legolas envied Aragorn; Arwen, once seen, always desired. He turned away from the joy so certain that shone from their sea-grey eyes… The sea. For himself, perhaps in Valinor.