Maker of the Three

To heal the world of its hurts, that was my only desire.

Long did I ponder how to accomplish this. It seemed beyond the ability of my poor craft, which cannot approach that of my sire or grandsire.

When Annatar arrived, promising to teach me how to satisfy my greatest dream, I accepted him without question.

Too late have I discovered the peril of unfettered passion.

The drums of war roll as the Mirdain fall around me, cut down like chaff before the harvester’s scythe.

Hope yet remains, for the Three are hidden.

I pray their bearers show more wisdom.