There was a fair lady of the Vanyar,
Indis of the House of Ingwë, golden-hairedand tall, and in all ways unlike Míriel.
She
had loved Finwë in her heart, ever since the days when the Vanyar and
the Ñoldor lived close together. In one of his wanderings Finwë met her
again upon the inner slopes of Oiolossë, the Mountain of Manwë and Varda; and her face was lit by the golden light of Laurelin that was shining in the plain of Ezellohar
below. In that hour Finwë perceived in her eyes the love that had
before been hidden from him. So it came to pass that Finwë and Indis
desired to be wedded
glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength
But Aredhel said: ‘I am your sister and not your servant, and beyond your bounds I will go as seems good to me. And if you begrudge me an escort, then I will go alone.’
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