To Earth I came o'er Grinding Ice,
And cold I was through blood and bone,
And hardened like a sword forged thrice,
Refined and faceted like stone.
Still, on the pain I honed my blade,
And sharp and fierce and fell I grew.
And if, neath Ennor's timeless shade,
I wept, there were yet none that knew.
But there, in darkness, water-bright,
Like white-winged hawk beneath the trees,
With hair the colour of starlight,
He dwelled, and laughed, and was at ease.
As silver as the ice that e'er
Had been my torment, and with hand
Ungentle, but with spirit fair
And proud he was, Prince of that land.
Warmth he kindled with his gaze.
His heart, as strong as steel, annealed
My own, and gave me back the days,
So by his harshness I was healed.
And if a gem, in him I then
Was set and there I found my place.
And all my tempering and pain
Seemed worth it just to see his face.
Though many a year we've been apart,
And ice has crept back, hoar and cold,
Over my spirit and my heart,
The love we bear does not grow old.
