A being of great wisdom once told me: " It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... small acts of kindness and love."
As I meditated upon those words, my heart and mind was filled with a wondrous and blinding light.
"There are few who love the Light as you do. Seek out others whose hearts are like to yours; protect them, encourage them, for there will come a time when Shadow will seek to cover all Middle-Earth and it is only the Light of the One which will conquer it..."
My Lady's voice echoed in the chambers of my mind. Taking a fresh quill and clean piece of parchment, I carefully began shaping the letters of the tengwa as I wrote. I could not help but see my Adar's face looking disapprovingly at the awkwardness of my un-practiced hand. I looked at what I had written. This was not a chronicle, but a list...a gathering of the small lights I had met on my far wanderings, yet each had its own story and none were what I had ever expected.
"The Light of the two trees both came of the One through the voice of the blessed Yavanna. Yet for the Shadow that is coming, the gentle light of Telperion would not be enough to dispel it. The grace of Laurelin must be joined with it in all fullness so that the darkness will be driven away with a whole and holy light."
I searched my memory, and faces began to rise before me. I saw in my memory's eye those who stood for the One, whether they knew it or not; for it is through the tiniest choices we make that we walk in either light or shadow. I wrote a name.
"Go now, seek out those that hold to the golden light of day and turn from the night. Do not tarry, for the time grows short. Some you will find among the Eldar, but more you will find among the Sons of Men, for this is their time and the sun shines upon them. Nor discount you the Sons of Aulë, for even among the Dwarves there are those that carry the love of Eru-Iluvatar in their hearts as it was shown unto them. And lastly, do not forget the small ones of this world. I speak of the Periannath. These may prove the strongest Maethyr yet, for do not forget that the World itself is shaped of the tiniest grains of sand."
I added a second name, and a third. As my memories flowed forth, so did the ink from my pen.
"Seek out this place...high above the ruined sorrow that was Edhelion there is one shining hill that survived unscathed. The dwellings there will provide you and those you seek with protection and comfort. Make a place where all the Sons of the Golden Light might take rest and respite. Remember the glory that was Numenor and remind the sons of men of what they might yet be. Comfort the children of rock and hill with provision and cheer equal to the joy of the Firstborn."
I looked at the names I had written and recalled my Lady's words, and as I read the names once again it seemed as though I could see a golden light embracing the memory of each one. I dipped my pen one last time and wrote at the top of the parchment in the language of the Eldar the word which means "Sons of the Golden Light"...
"Glaurionnath"
