The Noldorin elf Vellures, born in the First Age, and the Sindarin elf Thranduil, also born in the First Age.
They met in the year 67 of the First Age.
In the year 3500 of the Second Age, Thranduil finally brought his Noldorin rose home as his bride. When his wife asked him a question, he gave her an unexpected answer.
Golden hair falling to her waist, eyes shining like meteors.
Skin beyond compare to pearls, a figure graceful as a willow.
Like the most dazzling treasure, she sparkles beneath the sun.
Vellures raised an eyebrow and listened to Thranduil's poem in her praise, puzzled. It sounded so familiar, as if she'd heard it somewhere before.
Theme: Creating for the love of it
Thranduil today only appears in memories, hehe.