Eluvitar and the Liner

Eluvitar arose and the liner perceived that he smiled and he lifted up his left hand. And a new theme began amid the storm like and yet unlike to the former theme. But the discord of Melkor rose in uproar and contended with it. Again there was a war of sound more violent than before until many of the liner were dismayed and sang no longer. The one was deep and wide and beautiful but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow from which its beauty chiefly came. The other had now achieved a unity of its own but it was allowed and vain and endlessly repeated. It had little harmony, but rather a clamorous unison as of many trumpets br