" Now came days when Tuor had dwelt among the Gondothlim many years. Long had he known and cherished a love for the king’s daughter, and now was his heart full of that love. Great love too had Idril for Tuior, and the strands of her fate were woven with his even from that day when first she gazed upon him from a high window as he stood a way-wom suppliant before the palace of the king. Little cause had Turgon to withstand their love, for he saw in Tuor a kinsman of comfort and great hope. Thus was first wed a child of Men with a daughter of Elfinesse, nor was Tuor the last. Less bliss have many had than they, and their sorrow in the end was great. Yet great was the mirth of those days... "

― J.R.R. Tolkien , The Book of Lost Tales, Part Two (The History of Middle-Earth, #2)