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The Dancer
Least of all her brothers and sisters,
Second to last to come to Arda,
The world still would not be the same
Without Nessa and her deer armada.
Sister of Oromë the great Huntsman,
Wife and joy of Tulkas the Strong,
Nessa the Dancer is agile and lithe,
And swift of foot when she runs along.
The show-off and prize of Almaren
And Valinor as well after that,
She danced to entertain the Powers
On evergreen lawns as soft as a mat.
Though not quite as perfect as Ever-Young
The dancer of the Valier is pretty as youth,
And brings joy and happiness to the gods
When Morgoth does not make things uncouth.
Her passion is to run through the wild
With animal companions like the deer.
But she can always outrun the herd,
That loves and serves her without fear.
Nessa the Dancer may seem useless
Among the Valar who govern a world.
Yet none can excite their stressed out nerves
Quite like a woman with her legs unfurled.
Every Valië has her place on this earth,
And Nessa's is to dance and gladden hearts;
Only the foolish would think her worthless,
For those know of her use who are smart.