Idhrin Adar

"I am not important"

Gladaewen's father looked at her gravely, "Of course you are important. All beings given life are part of Illuvatar's Song, whether great or small...you are a part of His voice, and He sings only of Love. That, Little One, is the source of the light and its power and joy. It is as the Valar taught us long ago."

"Then it is not a bad thing if I  wish to sing, too?"

"If you sing in answer to His voice, He will heed it and weave it into His own song. But it is  those seek to sing apart from the One who create the shadows of the world..."

Gladaewen hid her eyes. "Morgoth..." , she said in a whisper.

"Yes."

"Then I will sing only to the One, and may the Valar help and give my voice strength."

"And I will always love and pray for you", her father smiled, reaching out his hand to gently touch her cheek.