The herald walked through the dim corridors of Ilmarin. His steps were muffled, only the golden armor of the standard-bearer slightly rang. His the white patterned mantle fluttered.

Ëonwë stopped at a window carved in the rock. Caramel-coloured eyes sorrowfully looked at the vastness of Arda. Suddenly he was distracted by a quiet rustle behind him. Maia’s lips curled into a smile when he saw the elf from Vanyar.

“Didn’t think anyone likes this place too.”