Indulgence of Beauty by Stefan Hefele
They had gone little more than a mile into the forest when they came upon another stream flowing down swiftly from the tree-clad slopes that climbed back westward towards the mountains. They heard it splashing over a fall away among the shadows on their right. Its dark hurrying waters ran across the path before them, and joined the Silverlode in a swirl of dim pools among the roots of trees.
‘Here is Nimrodel!’ said Legolas. ‘Of this stream the Silvan Elves made many songs long ago,and still we sing them in the North, remembering the rainbow on its falls, and the golden flowersthat floated in its foam.
– The Lord of the Rings, Volume One: The Fellowship of the Ring, Book Two: The Ring Goes South, Chapter 6: Lothlórien