2. In Hope's Fire
He named me 'Tinúviel' and his voice kindled recognition and burned in its insistence, sweet fire in my ears. Ignited, I exalted and I feared. Was this my destiny - those words crystal-shimmering and sharp-edged?
I questioned and passion answered. My doom was spoken, still I stood aside. My father knew to grieve.
Another forest with trees of silver flowering lucent gold. The Man, grown great, names me yet again. This time I am sure.
I will cleave to his flame.
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