From which book is this taken??

The leaves were long,the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels 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.

Enchantment healed his weary feet

That overhills were doomed to roam;

And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,

And grasped at moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome

She lightly fled in dancing feet,

And left him still to roam

In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound

Of feet as light as linden-leaves,

Or the music welling underground,

In the hidden hollows quavering.

now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,

And one by one with sighing sound

Whispering fell the beechen leaves

In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far

Where leaves of years were thickly stremn,

By light of moon and ray of star

In frosty heavens shivering.

Her mantle glinted in the moon,

As on a hill-top high and far

She anced, and at her feet was strewn

A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passes, she came again,

And her song released the sudden spring,

Like rising lark, and falling rain,

And melting water bubbling.

He was the elven-flowers spring

About her feet, and healed again

He longed by her to dance and sing

Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.

Tinuviel! Tinuviel!

He called her by her elvish name;

And there she halted listening.

One moment stood she, and a spell

His voice laid on her: Beren came,

And doom fell on Tinuviel

That in his arms lay glistering.

As Beren looked into her eyes

Within the shadows of her hair,

The trembling starlight of the skies

He saw there mirrored shimmering.

Tinuviel th elven-fair,

Immortal maiden elven-wise,

About him cast her shadowy hair

And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,

O'er stony mountains cold and grey,

Through halls of iron and darkling door,

And woods of nightshade morrowless.

The Sundering Seas between them lay,

And yet at last they met once more,

And long ago they passed away

In the forest singing sorrowless...

From which book is this taken??

The poem is called "Luthien Tinuviel" in the book Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien

From which book is this taken??

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From which book is this taken??

why would you take the time to write that not to mention read it i have reading its boring but i should start doing it cuz it makes you smarter

From which book is this taken??

i have no idea do u even know?