Disclaimer: I merely splash about in Tolkien's paddling pool.
Author's Note: For the 'into' challenge. Another one originally posted at lotr100.
Cloaked in shadow, sister, you will pass unseen. Slumber take thine enemies, your spell cast into my cloth.
You honour me, my lady, for though woven of your own sweet head, I am humbled by your beauty.
Together we will travel as a whisper on the wind, mistress, to aid one that loves you.
I fear only one, Tinuviel. Only He might cast aside the charm of sleep. Let us not go before Him, Lady, or all planning is undone. Let us rest within the cool shadows, and go not into His lair. In that place, I cannot protect you.