"The years of the Trees were indeed fairest of all the long ages of this world, and most happy were we, the Firstborn, when we dwelt there in the lands of eternal life, that  lies beyond the White Shores. 

Bliss unending seemed to rule over us, play beside us, and work along with us. Never did sorrow enter, save by our own folly. 

Alas, long ages have passed, and many a sorrow has overtaken us since those fair and blissful years in Valinor. Pain and tears fill our hearts and eyes, clouding our vision and our minds. Memory fades away, remaining now only in tales and songs of long ago--and in the minds of those who lived then.

And yet somehow, despite our pain, our weeping, our sorrow, if we look at the world with Iluvatar on our minds, our tears become lenses, through which we see that not all good was left behind when we were exiled from our homeland. Despite all our missteps, our folly, Faith will still dwell within us, as does Hope. And where Faith and Hope abide, there Love is restored, and the beauty of the Beginning of all time is bestowed upon us, bringing us closer still, back to the land of Life, where we shall never again fade into the darkness."