”I have known enchantment for the sea
for coasts of citrine, emerald, lazuli,
in the countless bounty millions reap,
and in terror of the deep.For every ship may but the surface glide
each sailors’ muses mirror’d in your tide
yet life beneath writhes frenzied, brisk, and bleak
or else devouring slow, with hooks and beak.Of these twain aspects I, both, admire;
Two sides of the sea’s dichotomous empire,
to them, I equally my heart bequeath:
the jewel’d surface, and the dread beneath.”*splashes*
Ossë froze, though in the depths of the sea his halting was not so dramatic, the currents carrying his motionless fana. Oh, but his cousin knew him so well. Splashing to guarantee his attention, and reciting such beautiful poetry about his sea.
Surely it was not a crime to appreciate such a wondrous recitation, even to Nowë? Why, without an audience to admire such gifts, the gift-givers would stop spending time to worship the waters.
Then again, gift-giver and Sauron did not exactly combine well.But a poem! For him! About the Sea!
Whining in anxious uncertainty, Ossë peered up through the depths towards the source of the voice. It was just his cousin, trying to trick and deceive him. Just ignore him. Just… just turn away and stay safely in the depths.
*sits on the shore with a mandolin, clears throat, and sings a song*


