EHAB here again. This is the first in the previously mentioned series of three. However, please don't expect the next two necessarily immediately; these go along with "Many Places" and events that are discussed therein, so it may be awhile before the next two subjects are breached. Please be patient.

Carried on my long, soft, white wings

By the winds of Taniquetil's halls

I watch Ëarendil brave the Sundering Seas

While Elwing at his shoulder sings.

She, too, had wings, once, of her own,

And at the last of her failing strength,

I placed my wind-filled fingers underneath them

And lifted her till she was thrown

At his feet upon the rocking deck,

And he knelt to take her to his breast,

Not knowing that in the morning's clear first light,

With hair upon her face and neck,

He'd find his gently sleeping wife.

Thus did I guard and keep my first charge,

Not man nor wife but bright stone most fairly wrought,

Brought hither by his toil, my strife,

For ere he sued for pardon sweet,

There stood I in his stead to plead

For those I had brought through such dark, dread, and doubt,

To lay down at my father's feet.