1. A Rede
I hear the song of the wind in my bones, night after noon, dusk after dawn. The sharp sickle of the eagle's cry shivers through my flowing hair. Flowers adorn me, blossom and fragrance — crystal enlaces me, clear, light-flashing. The valley, sun-warm, moon-cool, hums like the sweet honey-hive all around me; I lie in the midst of her fruitful embrace. But most of all things the mountains I long for, cloud-veiled their tallness and wisdom and age, bone of my bone whence I came at my birth. To such I aspire, silken at crown, sturdy at root: I shall not be swayed where I stand. Name me then if you can!
—I am the Stone-song, the Rock of the Waters, Lily of the Vale, the Hidden One. I hold the hearts of my people in mine: I shelter and nourish, body and spirit, with garden and fountain, spacious, serene; with wide-garnered gain outspread in my squares, arches and architraves encircling, gracious; shining my pavements below, my banners and spires above. I am a wall and my breasts watchtowers — my necklace the shield-row, spears my adornment! I am the one they call celebrindal, the King's mad daughter, 'shod in silver,' she-who-remembers-that-which-was-not, Elenwë's child, Idril by name — by nature, I know not what . . .
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