Thou walketh through the elvin woodlands, ‘tis quiet and peaceful. Thou heareth fussing in the treetops, but payeth it not much attention, thinking ‘tis naught but the wily wildlife. E’en so, something unexpected occurreth. Thou feelest thyself caught by thy garments, and lo, ‘tis Eros. His voice rings with firmness and gravity. “Human, what business dost thou have in our domain?”