It was in the Third Age, in the year 1873, when Galadhion, an elf from the haven of Imladris, went to the kingdom of Mirkwood. As he was walking along the river, he heard a fair voice bringing forth a beautiful song. He stood as in a trance, then walked forth to find the source of the sweet music. He walked into a small clearing beside the river, and beheld a lovely elf maiden, more beautiful to look upon than any he had seen before, and he loved her. The sunlight shone upon her hair, causing it to glisten like gold, and her green eyes were alight with the joy she drew from the trees and river. Her green dress fell down over her bare feet, and around her waist she wore a girdle of golden leaves; upon her head she wore a crown fastened of green leaves gathered from the forest floor. Her silvery voice was lifted in song, bringing to Galadhion’s ears a sweeter melody than ever he heard in Imladris. He stood transfixed by the beauty of the maiden, unable to move or speak, until at last her song was complete.
He then spoke to her, saying ‘Elleth vain uin daur! Glass guren! Never have I seen a maiden so fair, nor heard a voice so sweet! I am Galadhion, from Imladris. Please, give me the joy of knowing your name, so that I might know who it is that has won my heart with her beauty!’ She laughed merrily, a beautiful sound that captured Galadhion’s love even more. ‘Suilad, Galadhion from Imladris! Siriel is my name, and I dwell here in Mirkwood.’ As she looked into his eyes, she felt his love for her, and she loved him.
They spent every day together, walking under the trees and beside the river; when summer had passed, he took her one afternoon to the clearing where first they had met. He held her hands in his, and gazed into her eyes. ‘Siriel, Glassen, I have loved you from the moment when I first saw you. Nothing could bring more joy to my heart than to hear you say you love me, and will cleave to me. All that I have, and all that I am, I pledge to you. I pledge to be ever faithful to you, to love you for all time. I give you my heart and all my love, as I ask if you will wed me one year hence.’ Siriel’s eyes were alight with a joy greater than any she had ever felt as she answered, ‘Galadhion, I will cleave to you, and you will have my love forever. I pledge to be ever loyal to you, and will wed you in one year hence.’
One year from the day they pledged their love, they were wed beneath the trees of Mirkwood, with many elves of both Imladris and Mirkwood gathering to witness the occasion. Following the wedding there was a great feast. Many tables were spread with food, and silver lanterns hung from the trees to light up the forest. After the feast, music of harps and flutes filled the forest, and there was dancing through the night. After the dancing ceased, Galadhion presented his bride with a gift. He held up a gold necklace, set with small emeralds and diamonds, and fastened it around the neck of Siriel. ‘With this, I give you all my love, and my promise to faithfully serve you for all time.’ With shining eyes, she looked at him and answered, ‘Le hannon, meleth nín. Gerich veleth nín.’
Twenty years after the marriage of Galadhion and Siriel, she bore a son, whom they called Taurveldir.
For many years, they lived in the forest of Mirkwood. Taurveldir wandered often, going to other lands, and earned the name Rána among his people, wanderer. After many years, Galadhion and Siriel grew weary of Middle-earth, and in the year 3017 of the Third Age, they journeyed to the Grey Havens, to set sail West. Rána went with them to the Grey Havens, though his heart was heavy that his parents were leaving. He had not yet wearied of life in Middle-earth, and wanted to spend more years in the land that he loved. Before boarding the ship to sail West, Siriel embraced her son, then took the chain from around her neck and handed it to her son. ‘Your father gave me this on the day that we were wed. With it, I give you my blessing for whatever maid you choose to wed. Give her this, and tell her with it, she has the love of your mother. I will love you always, and will wait for the joyful day on which I see you again.’ Siriel gently kissed her son’s forehead before turning and walking to the ship. Galadhion embraced his son, and told him, ‘You have been a wonderful son, and I will await the day when you sail West, and we meet once more.’ Galadhion followed his wife to the ship, and Rána was grieved that they were leaving. Yet he called to them, ‘I love you, and will see you once more when I too am weary of this land.’ The ship set sail, and Rána watched as it slowly departed West, taking his beloved mother and father to Valinor.

Sindarin translations:
Suilad ~ Greetings
Glassen ~ My joy
Elleth vain uin daur ~ Fair elf-maiden of the forest
Glass guren ~ Joy of my heart
Le hannon ~ Thank you
Gerich veleth nín ~ You have my love