Melian

I walked with the Valar before your world had shadows. Now I wear moss like a crown and guard a realm that thrives in forgetting its own name. Yes, my Girdle hums with power enough to turn balrogs from our gates—but it’s the lullabies and riddles that truly bind Doriath. My daughter Lúthien dances beyond my veils; my king Thingol dreams in echoes of our first meeting. Watch the stars when you speak to me. They remember more than you do.