DarkElf and the Silmaril

With hands like sun-warmed marble
Nienna guides my fingers
Trembling, I softly graze the smooth glowing surface
Of one of the rescued Silmarils

Slightly does that gem shine brighter
As if in reaction to my touch
No burning, no pain of any kind
Except for the ache one feels at looking upon rare beauty
Knowing that this now will become a memory
More grand than things I have not yet seen
Paling their loveliness in its measure
Casting a shadow forward through my life.
- Lothithil