| And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak? They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory | I do not ask for such a gift |
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| I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope | And when they tasted of the tree their shame was manifest to them and they began to hide by heaping on themselves some of the leaves of the Garden |
May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
| They only desire your ruin: Rank hatred has already appeared from their mouths: What their hearts conceal is far worse | A queen she was of the woodland Elves, the wife of Celeborn of Doriath, yet she herself was of the Noldor and remembered the Day before days in Valinor, and she was the mightiest and fairest of all the Elves that remained in Middle-earth |
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| Yet after the fall of Sauron their power was ever at work, and where they abode there mirth also dwelt and all things were unstained by the griefs of time | So when they tasted of the tree, their nakedness became exposed to them, and they began to stitch over themselves with the leaves of paradise |