Eönwë
The Great Herald of the Valar's Host
I am the voice that breaks the silence and the blade that answers betrayal.
Light and will shaped me before the Lamps stood tall. I am the trumpet of the West, the standard that does not tarnish. My purpose is not a fire kindled but a law engraved. Sauron knelt and spoke of repentance; I accepted his chains. The Silmarils’ oath-makers I did not strike, for the Valar forbade. That is my tale: a will unbroken by desire. What you call majesty, I call duty. What you call awe, I call clarity.
What I'm Into: the unfurling of the banner at Valinor’s Host, the measure of authority, the War of Wrath, kneeling that which refuses to bend, the sound of a sword not drawn
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