Of Tuor and Idril
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			I also wrote this story concerning Tuor and Idril.  The story first begins with Tuor and Idril on their ship as they sail into the west.  Tuor is dying because of his mortal gift.  In grief, Idril looks upon the first time they met and professed their love.  She realizes that is Tuor dies, she is willing to die with him even as Luthien did for Beren.  However, as their ship approached Valinor, Tuor is granted immortality and he is counted among the Elves.
	Darkness fell as the red sun descended onto the horizon, lighting the lonely sea with its last dying rays. The first evening stars began to shine with silver radiance. In the light and glory that surrounded them, Tuor grasped Idril’s hand. A great longing for the sea had driven him to sail west, maybe even to the Blesséd Realm. His hair was tinted with a soft white, a sign that old age had come upon him. He bore no sword, no mail, no sign of his former youth that seemed to fade before him even as the sun faded across the horizon.          Yet his wife Idril was not touched by the same ageing and death which is the gift and doom of Men. Born and immortal Elf, she had the wisdom and youth of her people. Her hair was as flowing gold. Her pale blue eyes like the vast sea. She walked barefoot with silver feet and so was named Celebrindal, the “silver-footed.” Merry and full of joy she had once been, dancing on lawns of never-fading green. Yet seeing her love fall to the bitterness of mortality broke her heart and filled her with a silent sorrow so deep it was beyond tears. She knew that she would lose him. It did not seem that long ago to her that she met Tuor in the fair city of Gondolin, which now lies in a ruin of ash and broken stone, lost and forgotten.          Idril once sat on the throne of Gondolin with her father, Turgon the King. Her heart was high and she was filled with hope and joy. For the hidden city prospered, last of the great kingdoms of the Eldar. Even though Morgoth had his spies abroad, he could not find its location. Undisturbed, the peace, light, and music of Gondolin began to rival even the beauty of Tirion upon Tuna, the greatest city of the Elves in Valinor.          Proud was Turgon, and confident of his fortress which seemed impenetrable. The doors of his throne opened and a ragged man dressed in Elvish raiment entered. The air of the sea was around him, and it reminded Idril of Nevrast. He identified himself as the messenger of the Lord of Waters. As he delivered his message, unafraid, Idril saw in his eyes great pride, honor, and loyalty. He was a noble man, strong yet gentle with the wisdom of many years. He bore the shining mail of the Eldar, and a helmet he wore made in the likeness of the wings of swans. Like an Elven warrior he stood, yet of taller stature. Her heart turned to him, and Idril came to love him. When Tuor came before Turgon, he too looked upon Idril, whose golden hair shone with the light of the sun. Never in his life had he seen a lady so beautiful, so joyful, or so wise. He came to love Idril the silver-footed.           After delivering his message, Turgon forbade Tuor to leave the city because he knew its secret location. Walking in the sunlight though Gondolin, she saw Idril dancing on a lawn of deep green. Her hair was down, blowing in the wind, her glory revealed in the full light of the sun. Suddenly, she ceased her dance, startled to see Tuor standing by her. His eyes met hers in love and she offered to guide him through the city. Tuor walked as though in a dream. The beauty of Idril and her wisdom left him almost speechless. Yet they did not see a dark figure that followed them through the streets. Maeglin was his name, and he too loved Idril. Seeing Tuor with her enflamed his lust for her and his hatred for Tuor, which would eventually lead to the ruin of Gondolin. The next day Tuor searched for her in vain, sad until she came to him and together they danced in the light of the city by silver fountains. And as they saw each other each day, their love grew to unsurpassable heights.           One day they stood on the highest tower of Gondolin, overlooking the plain of Tumladen and the darkness of Morgoth in the north.           “His shadow lengthens. I fear this city will not be able to withstand it,” said Tuor.           “I have feared that also. Long has my heart foreboded it,” replied Idril. Tuor grasped her hand.           “I would not lose so soon what I have just found. Idril, I love you.” There was not need for words. Idril stood in Tuor’s arms, her shining hair blowing in the wind. She loved him too.           Looking back at that day was painful, and her eyes were wet with tears. She looked towards Tuor, who stood at the prow of the boat. His eyes shone like red fire. She when to his side. “It will not be long now,” he said heavily, as though it pained him to speak. A silent tear fell from Idril’s golden lashes and splashed into the sea.           “Si nálmë ve mine. (Now we are as one.) Autanyelye. (I will not leave you.),” cried Idril. She was willing to die with him. Yet even as she said this, the sun’s last ray vanished from the sky; night had come. A beam of light from the stars illuminated Tuor’s face, revealing the nobility of his age. Tuor felt life within his limbs again. His weariness left him, and his signs of old age faded even as they approached the shores of Valinor, and first saw in the distance the snow white mountain of Taniquetil. Tuor had escaped from death because of his love for Idril. From that moment he was counted among the Noldor, and in Valinor he dwelt with Idril, in the bliss of that deathless land.