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Translated from the original Elvish.
Before the greatest Evil was unchained
Long ere the minds of our people were claimed
When still Finwё the Noldorin king reigned
The mind and hand of Fёanor were yet at work.
No hint of unrest whispered in our halls
No Power captivated us in thrall
Peace ruled in Valinor for great and small
In not one Elvish mind did ever evil lurk.
This was the hour of my father's star
In Aman his fame had travelled far
For hatred could not Fëanor's work mar
Such was the power of my father's subtle hand.
Delighting in all craft of hand and mind
No effort spared, nothing was left behind
Each work was sacred, carefully enshrined
So deep was our desire to know and understand.
So many jewels great and crafts he wrought!
The greatest craft of him as yet untaught
For loath was he to heed another's thought
Preferring those of his own subtle mind and heart.
As proud indeed my father always was
No one would ever challenge his great cause
The greatest Elf beyond the Blessed Shores
On stage of history began to play his part.
Surpassing Rúmil's letters in his script
Storing jewels of fire in his crypt
Unknown to him, the horns of fate he gripped
When he began the greatest work of his career.
The Trees of everlasting light he saw
In crystal chambers Varda's light was stored
The Silmarils, on which all looked in awe
Yet unrest boiled beneath Tirion's calm veneer.