Welcome to Tirion.
Welcome to Tirion, the first stop for the weary traveler to the
farthest shore, seeking the west of west in Eldamar. Tirion rises in the
morning mist, tier on tier of white gleaming alabaster. Seaguls and
albatros's circle the bay of Eldamar, where a great swan fleet is docked.
Eastward, beyond the bay, far out to sea, but still within sight of land,
Eressea, the lonly isle rises tall in her majesty, beckoning still those
wanderer's who walk the roads of middle earth.
At night, the firmament host of stars fill the sky with their light,
creating a show no fireworks could hope to match. The twinkling vaults
of Varda are never soon forgotten. The air is sweet, and stirring here,
leaving no doubt, even were sight to fail, that one was in the uttermost
west.
The two trees of Valimar be but a dream now, and the width of
one breath, in the life of Manwe, and the ebb and flow of day and night once
created by them was destroyed long ago, by he who is not named, (and
appears not, in song or deed). Yet their once radiant light, one silver, one
gold, lives still in the hearts of the first born, and in the tears of
Yavanna, falling still, unto the end of the world. And as the hands of
man, the second born, beloved children of Eru, turn the wheels of
time, in their time, the spirits in the house of mandos await the coming
of the end of the world, and it's renewal once again.
