Reunion and a Union

In the fall when the fields were brown and bare
Fithurin's folk, his comrades and kin
Came to Cuivienen to weep by the water -
By Amon-Gil:
-- by its grass-grown ruins, --
-- silent, sad, and still. -

But Cordil came down and their tears were turned
To jewels of joy in their awe-struck eyes.
Tenderly they touched him, disbelief dispelling:
Astonished to find
-- after long years' absence, --
-- their lord's son, alive. --

Fèhaglin found them and held out her hand
And he held hers before his father's folk
And danced with delight in the mist-ridden meadows
Forgetting all shadow
-- of pain and fear --
-- and bitterness of sorrow. --

Soon now white winds would wail in the waste
And glittering glass enshroud Amon-Gil
But flowers they found for Fèhaglin the Fair:
Golden and red
-- And there Cordil kissed her --
-- The day they were wed. --