aredhels:

moodboard: nimrodel

a star was bound upon her brows,
a light was on her hair
as sun above the golden boughs
in Lórien the fair. 

orlandobloom:

I will sing you a song of the maiden Nimrodel, who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived long ago. It is a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is how it runs in the Western Speech, as some in Rivendell now sing it.