"Not today, no. Naught there is that hath not its uttermost source in the Father. These grand schemes of thine, such as they are, work only to further His realm. It is preordained."

"It pains me to think of their ruinous end..."

"Speakest thou His name, be it even the merest whisper issuing forth from thy lips; and He shall hearken to thy call."

"And to think they are only the younglings..."

"Fuil sé a'teacht? Thá súil agam ná bhfuil!"

"The light prevails."

"Lord Tulkas berates me for attempting to inform his chess strategy against Ingwë; and with the same breath questions how he is then beaten so soundly... Oh dear."

"Blessings of Holy Ilúvatar upon you all."

𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐄̈ 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 "I wonder if..."

"Strange as it may appear, this is often what occurs when Lords Manwë and Ulmo convene together to sing the praises of Ilúvatar."

"Even the least of the Maiar has faith enough to rend the mountains asunder; my concern is what happens to the goldfish when the chorus ends, and for whatever may be directly below..."

"Thus we go in secret, like a breath exhaled from the earth, that none should mark our passing. Be wise now therefore ye kings; be admonished, ye princes and paupers all, that there is no word or deed beneath the stars which eludes the watchful eye of Súlimo, the final arbiter."

"Lady Estë, I beseech thee; envelope my mind and body with thine embrace ere dawn breaks upon the horizon. Grant me rest but a little."

From the depths of the ocean arose Salmar, breaking upon the surface with much fanfare and laughter; and he bid his Maiar brethren follow him back into the cool shallows of the coastlands, wherein they could bathe freely in Lady Arien's golden light without fear of her wrath.

*The wind, unfailingly lighter than breath with no regard to the weight of what it carries, swept the Herald's voice like a winged thing and, in the heights, those words of regret reached the Maiden's joyous light. Careful was Arien's hearken to such lament, contemplating it in ~

~ her burning heart aware of her ignorance of such sorrows. Eönwë's grief did not seem to her entirely unlike that the Maiden felt upon the destruction on Laurelin. How devotedly had she tended it to fulness only to see such loveliness desecrated by the most grotesque of lusts! ~

~ Yet, the mercy by which such evil was made possible had not been hers to lavish and, therefore, the burden on her Chief's heart weighted beyond what she could fathom.*