"'By the wood and stars! he thought, 'the enchantment of the black water has taken her!' He dared not pull her ashore, for to touch the water would doom him to the self-same sleep. For a while he knelt there beside the stranger, and beseeching Nienna for her pity and for comfort and courage, he wept for the valiant elf-maiden's ill-fate."
Sat upon the docks, the elleth pulled an old piece of parchment from the folds of her robe. She was surprised somebody still cared about the tradition of the lanterns. On the parchment was written short poem, half of it seemingly ripped away; lost lore of a time when the name Edhellond meant a living, breathing community and not a pile of rubble. With voice no louder than a whisper she recited, as the flower-lanterns made their way down the river: