Where shall the lords of the West come from? Where shall their aid spring forth? From the mountains, biding their time? From the fields, soaked with blood? Or from the great and immeasurable ocean Where Ulmo Falmahír once dwelt?
Atari, why do you not heed their words? Has Melkor thus hardened your hearts? What is this deafness to ancient wisdom? Where is the kinship that was once between the Children of the Sun and the Children of the Moon?
Eruhíni, why have you strayed from the Road? Arda Marred, all roads are bent but the Straight Road lies before you yet. Why do you fade? Who am I to you? A name in oaths and vows alone? Was it not I who commanded the Valar And wrought your music before giving it unto them?