II 

Rat-tat-tat goes the sound of feet

dancing to the drums of her own beat

Lah-oh-lah goes the warbling song

of a Goose who's name is Swan

Tra-la, oh-lay!

Now a song shall play!

Oh-lah, ho-hay!

Here she comes, now pray!

No fair white maiden is she, oh no, no!

Fury and fire in her brown eyes, glow

You'd better watch out, all you Noldor fair

Or precious things she'll snatch from your hair!

Tra-la, oh-lay!

Do the stars still dance on the foam capped waves?

On glittering shores, do children yet misbehave?

Throwing sand and jewel into the air with joy?

The western wind does not a word say,

Of the Falmari, of Alqualondë.

The shore is cold here, the stars are dim.

Here the weariness of elven spirits worn thin,

Coaxes many to fly to ships and sail to the West.

Slowly dwindling, the number who so depart,

Hope to find peace for a sorrowed heart.

Born in the year 720 of the Second Age in a small settlement of her people near the western shores of Lake Nenuial. She is eldest of four children; having two sisters and her brother, the youngest. Their father is Curwe Limbetanwë ((S: Lintanor)) of the Noldor; a skilled craftsman of Nargothrond and Aerynbess Celebfindriel, a Telerin elleth of the elves of Doriath and Eglarest is their mother.