Undómiel - Dwarrowdelf

Clad in a mantle of silver and blue

Fair as the twilight’s glow

Her dark hair swaying in a sudden wind

Starlike gems upon her brow

Oh Tinúviel, are you a dream?

Your eyes shine with elven-light, my Silmaril

Oh Undómiel, your love is your doom

Yet I will share my heart, for you till all is still

Born to a line of immortal blood

A bride to none but the King

The light of Luthien shall not succumb to death

Even when all the stars are dim