Source: LotR (pre-WotR)
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the White City and the Hill of Swans, I just like to play there when I can.
Author's Note: For the 'change of heart' challenge. And look, I can write him sympathetically!
The Lords of the White City came to the Hill of Swans in much pomp and circumstance, to celebrate the spring tide feast. All were hailed as mighty men, yet only one among them was marked by the daughter of the Prince; a fine man, bold of heart and hand, well learned, admired by all he met. But then the Steward’s son came to her, not as gloried as his companion, yet thoughtful and gallant, bearing silver flowers picked by his own hand. She laughed at his gentle wit and smiled at soft-spoken compliments, and soon, the Arnorion was forgotten.