She was the most beautiful girl that I ever saw, the most shining vala that my mind imagined and the most disturbing and unexpected being that my dreams would wave in tormenting nightmares of fighting things that cannot be fought against. All these she was at once and much more, for she looked out worldly and out of place on this side of the great sea, a vision of lost glorious past and of far away future of the end of this world.
Her pale skin was silver-grey and cast an aura of moonly light, her eyes were deep like endless wells of magic and sparkling like I imagine the lost treasures of Feanor sparkled and her white hair, long below her waist, was shining like fresh, untouched, snow. Her bare feet seemed to cast diamonds of morning dew on the green grass that they touched, barely showing under a long flowing gown of lace resembling the foam of water waves or whirlpools among tricky rocks.
My hand froze on the strings of my lute and my glance got tangled in the web of her gaze and charm. She frowned and my heart bled for causing her sorrow. Her eyes begged and demanded at the same time that I sing her more, that I tell her more of the stories of my world. She wanted to know the ending and the meanings of them all, she was curious about me and about those living the world of my tales. She was greedy like a wild beast that finds food after a long famine, cheery like an innocent child and warm like a summer rain.
I obeyed her wish and I answered her for long time to all the questions that her mind was asking my own, and it was my wish to charm her with my song. I walked with her on her rocky riverbed, I stepped into dark halls that she carved into the mountains. We slept on moss bedding and listened to the music of her water drops falling along crystal stalactites echoing in my own music. Her embrace was intoxicating like the sweetest wine and her kiss was cooling like breeze on feverish skin. I lost myself in the pit of her gaze and, passionately and fully, I forgot time and purpose, duty and kin.
