Какие вы продвинутые! Я, похоже, читал лишь малую толику из Толкиена, но, главное, теперь есть откуда печатать

долго ломал голову...

Дева-эльф танцует для меня... - явно не про Лютиэн

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never mare to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.

Эхх, пожалуй эта штука на меня наиболее сильное впечатление в свое время произвела