The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbles tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold.
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
(…)
(tLotR,tF)

Also habe ich sie mal gemalt, mit ihrem Kleid, so blau wie der wolkenlose Himmel und dem Haar, so schwarz wie die Dämmerung, tanzend am Esgalduin.