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An Elven-maid there was of old,A shining star by day
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The poem above is taken from JRR Tolkien's Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. It depicts an Elven maid who was in love with the King of Lórien. However, she would not wed him until he took her to a land of peace. Together, they went towards a haven but along the way were somehow seperated and Nimrodel was lost in the White Mountain's.
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