Nature Fram'd

I feel a shift in the Earth, hear the Fire’s joyful cackle, shiver as the Wind whispers her news: an evil has vanished from the world.

Now Wind will bear me to Earth’s bed, and together we will bring forth new life to narrow my banks. I deny them nothing; Greylin, Langwell, Sîr Ninglor, Celebrant, Limlaith, Onodló, Erui, Celos, Poros, Sirith, and even foul Morgulduin do I accept, taking likewise their treasures and trash and go on, unceaselessly changing, perpetual.

The Land, the Fire, and the Wind have rid themselves of evil; I hear their joy, and do not care.