Gifted with endless compassion. Unfailing love, symbol of hope for generations. A feel, a touch, a warm embace. A certain comfort and love. A healing of the broken. A strength for the weak. His light flows light and pure. Like wind. Not strong, but calm and everlasting. Lord of the Wind. The Blessed One. But of course, there were always reasons why he was crowned king. The term 'holy' was odd to describe. Light that was not even bright, but bearable. Bearable to those accepted it. It was the essence of him in a nutshell. He represents endless joy and hope that goes on and on. Beyond time even. Maybe he was more than a representation. A companion was more fitting. Cause a soul, not having anyone, he will still be there. He loves to the extent no other soul could. He never fails even if others might see him as a failure.

Manwë was... bearable. He was perceived as a blinding light, a light which never will understand darkness but he really is not. He is just, a being of perfection. But even the great One, sees perfection as an imperfection. Eru seeks great change and growth. Manwë, was not. Unlike his twin, his elder brother, he is incapable of change and he understands. It is in his being. He did not mind being a second, a copy, a perfect reject. He knew his place. Never will he question nor ask for more than what he is.

This, as ever-growing creatures, they cannot understand. Manwë does not mind. He loves them anyway in his own way. He bless them with simple things that gives them life. Manwë in his own way, lives in bliss. He has a loving partner, kind siblings and even his beloved twin-he calls him twin- for they are just sides of a same coin.

The Lord of Airs has fears as well. Perfection does not allow him to live worry free. He knew. Sometimes even regrets of what he became and what he could have been. His love-just like his twin-were mingled with a feeling he did not want to acknowledge as hate. Sometimes he wonder what does it like to be an opposite of what he is. But wonder is just a wonder. He knew well his limits and will never try to break free from his bonds. Love was stronger than his hate if he had them.

If I may depict Manwë as an art, he is a canvas print. Made one and only, a rare perfect gift. Unlike Melkor which is a blank canvas, ready to be filled with perfection or imperfection depending on the master artist. His twin has unlimited potential while he, if stained, will never be what he was. He was not Manwë is he if not as he is.

A piece of a perfect puzzle, an ace card instead of a wild card, second-rate born to be a king. He does not mind all of them. It took great courage and understanding to be able to accept fate. It took even greater understanding to love himself the way he was made. It was the key. To accept himself before other's will. It was the will of Eru and he will be loyal to him.

Till the end of the world.

Unto world's end.

Manwë, blessed one, lord of airs shall he be. Nothing more but nothing less.