Words of Wisdom by AdmirableMonster  

Numen (West)

The host of the Valar comes from the West.  Pengolodh sees them approach, like a storm upon the ocean.  The air is filled with jubilation, but it leaves him cold.  He is faithful, he tells himself.  He has not questioned his people’s gods since he was a child, when he questioned everything.  Yet their arrival leaves him cold.  What price their help now, when the continent’s wounds are mortal?  Gondolin is gone.  His friends are gone.  There are only the piles of paper he surrounds himself with, drifts of history smudged with ink like ash.

He turns his face East.