Lúthien Tinúviel by Anya Valle. "But as she went he swiftly came and called her with the tender name of nightingales in elvish tongue, that all the woods now sudden rung: 'Tinúviel! Tinúviel!' And clear his voice was as a bell; 'Tinúviel! Tinúviel!' His voice such love and longing filled one moment stood she, fear was stilled; one moment only; like a flame he leaped towards her as she stayed and caught and kissed that elfin maid..."
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