The sun from the south rose over heaven’s rim warmed the stones of earth. And green was the ground with growing leeks.
She sleeps in the shadows at the shores of an isle in the deep lake. When darkness lies upon the tranquil earth
she brings healing and rejuvenation to all for by her mild and soothing touch all wounds fade and all sorrows are lifted.
As Estë cradles me tenderly, I realize that she is not weak at all, but perhaps the strongest of all.
She has granted me her greatest gift she could. And rest is her gift.
