Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
                   Forever blest, since here did lie
                       And here with lissom limbs [bad word]                 Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun

              Luthien Tinuviel
                                  More fair than mortal tongue can tell.

O loveliest maid of elfiness,
What might of love did thee posess
To bring you here, in terror's lair?
O lissom limbs and shadowy hair!

   O flawer-entwined brows so white,
   O slender hands in this new light!

Though all [bad word] fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
Unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good, for this -

   The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea -
   That Luthien for a time should be.

              Luthien Tinuviel
                                   More fair than mortal tongue can tell.