Finwë?

Happy birthday!

Well, thank y'all!

And happy birthday, Faolan!

Ah, OK. I'd forgotten about that.

I'd have to guess Rúmil, but I'm not sure about the tree.

Correct! The "master craftsman" refers to Feanor, who wanted to enshrine some of Galadriel's locks because he was infatuated with her hair, which he thought captured the light of the Two Trees. To his disgrace, she refused. In some accounts, the blent light caught in her hair inspired him ...

Good guesses, but no.

I guess I'll have a go, then.

The master craftsman marvelled and craved
The streams of silver spun with gold
That freely fall 'round my face like the waves
of Belegaer, the bastion that bars my path
And holds me here, though my home is the West.


Who am I?

The Endless Stair.

Mae g'ovannen, mellon!

I feel like I really ought to know this ... but I don't ...

Knife ...

Correct!

Twins each, we are two, we twain sum to ten,

Some they call North, South are the others,

Skilled and Sinister, some name us thus.


What be we?

Well, I'll take that as a subtle nudge that I should write something. :mrgreen: I think narrative mode would be a useful way to break out the (dreaded!) past tense, so that's what I've attempted: Anglennannen Annúminas e charad. Egínen echad en-mellon nín, min emyn leben n’amrûn. Dregasser in-...

Happy birthday, Ernildhir!