A Dance Upon Green Hills
Written by Adablaer
Inspired by The Silmarillion

In the Spring of Arda
Ere Elf or maiden fair
Awoke from Cuivië’s shores,
Or Laurelin shed her golden light
Across Valinórë’s emerald moors,
Ere Isil’s silver footsteps
Traversed the star-lit sky,
A voice was heard from heaven,
And laughter’s echo went sweeping by

Vala and Maia paused to listen
And Yavanna ceased her song,
Oromë’s horns stopped blowing;
The Powers stood, a silent throng

Melkor in his destruction
Cowered before the sound
The wind’s voice was filled with anger
And laughter as he fled the quaking mound

Thus Tulkas entered Arda
The ground trembled ‘neath his feet;
Swift as Manwë’s eagles,
Strong as Ulmo’s waves,
He came upon the Isle
And smiled in their praise

Then he beheld a slender figure
Running swift across the green;
Grace was in her footsteps,
And joy was in her face,
Green were the jewels of her eyes,
Her vestment like the sea,
Her hair flew like a veil behind her,
Her feet the wind outran;
And she came and danced before them
On Almaren’s hallowed land

Manwë a great feast proclaimed
And set Varda at his side
And Tulkas sat before them
And starlight was in his eyes

Joyful was the feasting,
The food of Yavanna’s store
Sweeter than honey was the wine
That came from Ulmo’s shore

There upon the emerald lawn
Nessa and Tulkas met;
And he took her slender hand,
But then Nessa stopped and smiled,
And mischief was in her glance;
Suddenly she took off running,
Her footsteps soft as sand

Soon he overcame her
And their laughter rang out clear
And love was in their voices,
A song that all can hear