It is said that when Varda finalised her work

and Menelmacar started threading in the firmament,

when Helluin in blue fires began to spark,

in the mist at the border of the world determinant,

this was the Hour when the Children of Arda,

the Firstborns of Ilúvatar were launched on the Earth,

around the lake of Cuiviénen the Elves woke up,

in the Water of Awakening they were given birth.

They opened their eyes; unspeakable awe

The gift of the First Breath, awareness of life.

Grateful for being alive, the first thing they saw

were the stars of Varda in the black mystic sky.

They fell in love with that first impression, forever.

Varda, now called Elentári, the Queen of the Stars,

became their most favourite Valar, their eternal helper,

a guiding light in this world predestined to wars.

In the misadventures of this Earth the forms of the ground,

and the seas, and the landscape got many times reshaped,

so there's no turning back to Cuiviénen's sacred lands,

they are long gone in the story of their cataclysmic fates.

It is said among the Elves, that the lake used to be located

far to the north and east in Middle-Earth, beside a bay

of the inland Sea of Helcar, there the Firstborns awaited

came to being at the roots of Illuin, the mountain mislaid,

by Melkor, who cast it down, in his evil scheming,

and thus the topography cannot be retreived.

Only in the memories of the Firstborns reliving

the entrance in the world, when they were conceived.

Many waters flowed from the eastern highlands,

the first sound that the Elves heard was murmur of streams,

the clear song of droplets falling upon smooth stones,

giving them hope, faith for beauty and fulfillment of dreams.

They lived for a long time in their first home

around the waters under the starry vault,

they called themselves Quendi, or the ones

who could speak and sing and articulate aloud.

For they didn't find another being

that possessed the very same gift;

they walked around and called each thing

a name of its own that they later reminisced.

Oromë was riding east on his beloved stallion,

then he turned north along the shores of Helcar

and entered the shadow of the Eastern Mountain,

the Orocarni; yes, he always travellled so far.

Suddenly! - he overhead, a lot of voices, angelic,

he caught a glimpse of the Elves, unforeseen their visage,

the vision long awaited astonished him, authentic,

for what was predicted came to life so vivid in image.