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The Treelight was sweet, the golden tree having the taste of honey and the silver having the freshness of spring water. She drank, greedily, until not a drop remained to either tree, nor the great stores of Yavanna. It should have been more than enough to sate any good creature, but the dark Ungoliant hungered still. The bright jewels of the earth, stolen from the treasuries of the Noldorin prince, were bland and unsatisfying. Melkor withheld the true treasure from her, and this she knew. This crafted light she would have, calling Melkor's promise. Then perhaps she would be satisfied.