In faerie forest 'neath the moon

As silver stars hung shimmering

There danced the lovely Endereth

As light in shadows glimmering



A nightingale did sing its song

From a lofty oaken tower

Her gown the moon made milky white

As starlight seemed to shower



To make a helm of diamond light

Fit for an elven princess

The night did weave a starry crown

To grace her golden tresses



On that night fair Elrenn strode

With armor made of sunlight

The shadows fled before his feet

To make the very air bright



The Elven blade Anoniel

Was hung upon his side

His shield was forged by Dwarven hands

And made of Dragon hide



Elrenn was a warrior proud

Who'd wandered long and weary

Into the Elven glade he crept

To see a vision eerie



He beheld fair Endereth

And heard the nightbird calling

Her beauty snared him as with chains

His heart for her was falling



Endereth did make a spell

To draw proud Elrenn to her

He caught her up in mighty arms

To hold her fast and woo her



Then dancing there in Elven wood

Twain, for a time were one

Both night and day the moon and sun

As spells about them spun