Sylrond, called Silmaril

'And he held within dark eyes the entire night sky, filled with stars, and upon his brow shone another that rung with crystal-song as was reminiscent of things no longer in the world, and so inspiring was his presence in later days that the blackest of hours were turned to day from such a great and fearful beauty as was his.

'But as every great light he cast a terrible shadow; should he fall to dispair there rose in him a terrible love of all things cruel and mischievous, and his voice with a word would turn to withering the spirits of any who dared raise his ire!

'Ai!' would come the cry of those who knew the burn of his presence. 'Here to us hastens Sila-rond, he whose heart is black as the deep places and yet walks with the sun between his eyes! Flee, he brings only doom with him, and rejoices in the sowing of pain in everything around him.'