"....She spoke no word; but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand, and straightway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, Chapter 4: "Of Thingol and Melian"