‘She spoke no word; but being filled with love. Elwë came to her and took her hand, and straightway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word.’ What better way to spend Valentine’s weekend than with this sweet and enduring love story? [More]
Hall Of Fire Chats This Weekend
February 11th, 2005 by Demosthenes
