At first the host is alive with voices, but as they ascend the newly-crafted road, the sound dies away. When the last steps off the man-built pathway into the untouched green sward, the silence is complete. The holiness of the site overwhelms all who set foot therein, making speech impossible.
Or perhaps not. Only gradually does the multitude become aware of a voice speaking in the hallowed stillness. The words blend with the silence, exalting it to the eagles circling above, molding it into an expression of all that lies in their hearts: Praise to the Father of All, Erulaitalë.
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