Vinyalonde

Aurineth, Glorendir, and Lacarwen stand at the water's edge in Mithlond, looking out.

The ellyth sway gracefully along with the flowers in time with the music.

The elves dance beneath the starry sky to celebrate the coming of spring!

The elves gather again, once they have planted their alfirin, lissuin, mallos, seregon, and uilos flower seeds all around the meadow. They will wait in anticipation for their blooms to arrive during the rest of spring and summer.

The fine raiment of the elves gathered to celebrate Nost-na-Lothion, the Birth of Flowers, are as brightly colored as the blooming flowers that surround them.

Yet in its time a spring of wondrous glory melted the skirts of those white mantles and the valley drank the waters and burst into flowers. So came and passed with revelry of children the festival of Nost-na-Lothion or the Birth of Flowers.

Ealendil of Doriath and Vanyariel of the Falas performing a series of graceful movements.

Behind the dancing ladies, Glorendir is seen.

A wise Elleth once said:

Walking is related to a person talking in a common way.

But dancing, that is related to a person using poetry.

Behold the bond between movement and language!

Mallos, breathing gold,

Lissuin the fragrant, bringer of dreams,

Alfirin, immortal among the gardens of Arda,

Seregon, reminder of blood and stone,

Another day in Duillond.

Many have arrived for the market, from the north, from the east and from the south...