All is quiet now, the song and revelry which greeted your birth
stilled. The soft voices of the trees, joyous in their welcome of
this newest green leaf, are muted.
You sleep in your mother’s arms, both exhausted after the great
adventure of birth. She is serene and content now – you have been
long awaited, little one. Long have we listened to and delighted
in the murmur of your song. By Elbereth’s starlight I look on
you, so tiny, so perfect; in such awe that I played a part in creating
something so wonderful.
Welcome to Lasgalen, my beloved son.