"And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."
-The Return of the King, J. R. R. Tolkien
She wiped her own tears with her fingers, but felt no blessedness. She sings to herself in an unknown tongue.
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