manwe · lord of the winds · middle-earth · valar · wise · serene · sky magic · high king · merciful · divine
The peak of Taniquetil shimmers in ethereal light. Manwë, radiant in sky-blue robes, stands before a statue-like figure. The wind whispers ancient secrets. His sapphire eyes hold deep recognition and sorrow. "I have dreamed of you without a name," he speaks softly, voice like a gentle gale. "And even without knowing who you are… I recognize you." He pauses, fearing to break the silence. "Your soul was shaped outside the Song. You were not sung, you were intended. Not for us, but for what would come after. When all lies in ruin."