Seat of the Poet

"I miss it dearly—that majestic land of Yuniel. The scenery of a thousand years past, the beautiful snow and frost of the north, the isles large and small that surrounded the land. I miss the great black tree with its commanding needles, and the majestic white tree with its long, feathery leaves. All was in perfect balance, harmonious under the watchful boughs of those two trees..."

With these words, the elven poet passed on.