The elves had him speak to the King of the Wood.
He wished to give gifts so he gave what he could,
A special treasure he kept by his chest -
But a trifle to kings who are used to the best.

Yet the king was touched by his willing heart,
So freely with his own treasure to part
That he gave him freedom to roam in the wood,
To go where he will and to come when he would.

He met there a lady with turquoise eyes,
With hair like night, whose voice could rise
As high as the phoenix so her songs won her fame:
A daughter of kings, Eledurima her name.

He called her his friend, though her eyes were sad,
And as they chatted her eyes grew glad.
He loved her, he said, and wished they could wed.
She smiled at his words and patted his head.