Unwilling the others named my people; we called ourselves Faithful.
Tauron's summons we refused, to abide in the welcoming woods of Ennor. Long ages we wandered freely through endless expanses of wildlands, honouring their bounty, singing to our stars in peace.
But Men felled our forests, disfiguring the earth with monstrous dwellings, stone pathways, and raucous noise. They defiled the water, befouled the air, and stole our beloved stars from the night.
My people have faded. I follow.
Men rushing by the solitary, gnarled yew overlooked the single dewdrop that clung, trembling, to the tip of a twig.
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