How much in temperament, bearing and appearance are the fair folk of the worlds like my brethren. In many cases they were and are the first race to set foot in a new world, and turn it from an untamed, feral land into a gem of shining beauty. Because of their longevity, their courtships and heaven-ordained unions can last for centuries, usually only brought to an end by the sword or the shaft. Not taking into account the so to say drawn-out courtship of Rothgaric and Ragna of Irminsul, no two lovers in all Ealinde loved quite like Prince Ealrohil of Nilmeronel and Iselienin, his Queen. Come, let me tell you of their courtship.- Lamathrath of the Nexus
The Wooing of Iselienin
In Nilmeronel in days of old
In fields of Emerald, not of Gold,
Iselienin danced at eve
The autumn leaves upon her sleeve.
In Elvenlands, ‘twas none as fair
As she upon her bright green lair.
Came Oak-Prince from the city white
And he beheld her with delight.
He longed by her to dance that day
And for to with her always stay
They danced as the sun left the wood
Gildéador knew it was good.
Éalrohil a mere maid wooed
Upon a pure autumn day.
And you can see them dancing still
On eves bereft of winter’s chill,
Thus elf-folk of Nilmeronel
See them and know all is well.