And Melian he loved, divine,
whose voice was potent as the wine
the Valar drank in golden halls
there flower blooms and fountain falls;
But when she sang it was a spell,
no flower stirred nor fountain fell.
The Lay of Leithian, Canto III
(There is definitely a place in my fandom experience for Creepy Melian as well as Shiny Guardian Melian. In my personal tastes, even when she’s being the good, strong, divine protector, she needs to be a tiny bit scary and otherworldly. Oh my gosh she’s like, Shroedinger’s Maia, is she going to be beautiful or terrifying (or both), I just don’t know until I open the fic.)



