Who Am I?
Clothed in dusky blue and wreathed in white,
I'm adorned with stars come day or night.
In my mirror, treasure you will see,
But you cannot scry yourself in me.
Once a father gazed upon my face,
And I marked him first amongst his race.
But the Deathless fell to death's decay,
And his vanquished children went astray.
Thus, on bed of stone beneath the sky,
I endure as ages ripple by.
Keeping watch until the darkness breaks,
I preserve his crown for when he wakes.
Note: Inspired by the "surface" drabble challenge on the tolkien-weekly LJ community. Thank you to Robinka, Rhapsody, and Neume Indil for testing it out for me.