Lúthien Tinúviel by zharino published on 2020-03-09T23:09:06Z Tinúviel 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. A complete rebuild of the old 'Demo #2', one of my favourites, for old times' sake. Genre Ambient