Celoslind - Epilogue

"My name in now Naergon, and I copy this old writing for the use of my kin. I myself used to wear another name when I was a wandering poet in a life that finished with the death of my own beloved leading star. Now I wear the black hauberk of the Order of Hammer of Vanimar, my home, and my steps go where my arm is needed. Celoslind struck a cord of my heart that was long asleep and inspired my humble additions, but what would indeed be a third reforge of the story, one to bring it back to life, would be reclaiming for our people:

Ossa, The Shield of the Noldor,
Alca, The Ray of Ligth,
Sairinlindë, The Lute of Charms
Maikasilmë, The Blade of Starligth
Nuruhuinë, The Death-shadow


A kingly gift it would be, to take them back to the western shores, there where their own stories started, held again by hands worthy of them!
Stolen out of love anger they were, but stolen from our kin none the less, and their fate of defending elven lifes denied!
Such treasure worths a name and I shall call it Celosmîr.

I forsee that, before the last ship sails into the dusk, what came from the West will return to the West as well, what was stolen will be reclaimed and Laer Cú Celosmîr will be heard together with Celoslind at the last campfires of those waiting to embark on their last journey."