Lady Ravenhill

“She looked towards the western sky, which was now aglow like some vast foundry wherein new worlds were cast”
― Thomas Hardy, The Woodlanders

“The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“But perhaps you could call her perilous because she's so strong in herself. You , you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock, or drown yourself, like a Hobbit in a river, but neither rock nor river would be to blame.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers