Ossë followed the squad of Olwë and wept,

and when they reached Eldamar, or later Elvenhome,

he invoked the Teleri from the sea's depths

with a migthy voice in midst of the churning foam.

The Teleri overheard their mentor's faraway lament,

so they implored Ulmo to halt for a moment,

for deep inside their fervent wish was to spend

more time with Ossë who after them went.

So Ulmo, eager, anchored the island

in the bottom of the sea, for the Teleri to stay,

for, back at the Council, the Valar's plan

he thought was not the best for the Elven way.

Ulmo understood the heart of the Teleri,

having objected against the Quendi's relocation,

for their home, Middle-Earth, would be

the best place to reach their goal and destination.

The Valar were discontent at that decision,

and Finwë bewailed the absence of Elwë;

knowing his friend was left behind, a prevision

clenched his heart that he was nowhere.

He sensed he would be able to see him only

in the Halls of Mandos, some fateful day,

and the feeling was painful and lonely,

for he craved his presence that was astray.

The island didn't move ever again.

Named Tol Eressëa, the Lonely Isle,

in the bay of Eldamar it was lain,

where the Teleri lived, still versatile.

The Teleri, underneath the starry firmament,

saw Aman's shores, the land soaked in immortal flames;

Since too long a time they came to spend

in their new home, their language different became.