With feet light as linden-leaves and eyes bright as stars. [A faraway look glints in Thranduil's eyes.] The fairest of our kind had hair as dark as the shadows of night, and where she went, the pale niphredil flowers sprang up after her. Her name was Lúthien, but she was called Tinúviel by her mortal lover Beren, for it means Nightingale in our tongue. Many songs are sung of them.