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A Knife in the Dark
‘Thentellussomeothertaleoftheolddays,’beggedSam;‘ataleabouttheElvesbeforethefadingtime.IwoulddearlyliketohearmoreaboutElves;thedarkseemstopressroundsoclose.’
‘IwilltellyouthetaleofTinúviel,’saidStrider,‘inbrief–foritisalongtaleofwhichtheendisnotknown;andtherearenonenow,exceptElrond,thatrememberitarightasitwastoldofold.Itisafairtale,thoughitissad,asareallthetalesofMiddle-earth,andyetitmayliftupyourhearts.’Hewassilentforsometime,andthenhebegannottospeakbuttochantsoftly:
Theleaveswerelong,thegrasswasgreen,
Thehemlock-umbelstallandfair,
Andinthegladealightwasseen
Ofstarsinshadowshimmering.
Tinúvielwasdancingthere
Tomusicofapipeunseen,
Andlightofstarswasinherhair,
Andinherraimentglimmering.
ThereBerencamefrommountainscold,
Andlosthewanderedunderleaves,
AndwheretheElven-riverrolled
Hewalkedaloneandsorrowing.
Hepeeredbetweenthehemlock-leaves
Andsawinwonderflowersofgold
Uponhermantleandhersleeves,
Andherhairlikeshadowfollowing.
Enchantmenthealedhiswearyfeet
Thatoverhillsweredoomedtoroam;
Andforthhehastened,strongandfleet,
Andgraspedatmoonbeamsglistening.
ThroughwovenwoodsinElvenhome
Shelightlyfledondancingfeet,
Andlefthimlonelystilltoroam
Inthesilentforestlistening.
Heheardthereofttheflyingsound
Offeetaslightaslinden-leaves,
Ormusicwellingunderground,
Inhiddenhollowsquavering.
