She danced, through the woven woods of the elven-home, to the flute unseen of Darion, and the forest was filled with light laughter and joy; day and night alike. Under starlit leaves, Faeledwing was a growing bud with the nourishment and light of Melian. Thus she learned many magics and the ways of Yavanna.

She remained under leaves, on the morning dew, on the flowers of spring and the elves rejoiced her light wings. But, whence the darkest day fell and the Girdle was broken, all joy and laughter ceased. Faeledwing hidden under a fading leaf, witnessed many-a-slaying. 

For Lothlorien, she laboured in the ways of Melian and Yavanna. She sang to the growing trees and to the stars. She sang and the starlight dropped from the frosty heavens on to the still waters. Once again starlight fell on silvery leaf, the elven flowers sprang, and there was song and dancing. But the rising of the dark in the East disturbed her dreams.