Her ballad carried through the air and caressed his fëa, seducing him to forget what he was seeking. Brushing aside dew drenched leaves and willowy limbs of barely mature trees, he followed the nightingales to her enchanting lay. He stumbled into darkness only lit by stars, and then at last, pure and beautiful light and he looked upon her most fair.

They spoke not a word for their love and desire for each other was known in their hearts.

'Elwë I am no longer. From this day that I love thee, I am Elu Thingol.'

'And I am your queen.'

~~~

fëa - soul