Beyond the bounds of Arda far still shone the Legions, star on star, memorials of their labour long, achievement of Vision and of Song; and when beneath their ancient light on Earth below was cloudless night, music in Doriath awoke, and there beneath the branching oak, or seated on the beech-leaves brown, Daeron the dark with ferny crown played on his pipes with elvish art unbearable by mortal heart.