The Smith of somber fate
The most skilful smith it is told that after the elder times lived,
In the age of uncertainty and unstable order, once the great Shadow had left the ways of Arda in the perpetual manner, offering to the new generation wounds and scars to heal,
And fear still dwelt among the souls of the lands that liberty had known anew,
For peril could be sudden and swift as the bolt in the stormy sky, surprising all and havoc wreaking across the young realms which only peace yearned.
With the Noldor who survival from the bloody slaughter had found in luck was a fine smith,
Of infinite means and the desire to mend the suffering of the World burned bright in him too,
Alas, of the ill-natured advices of a cunning figure he had opted to listen, in hopes that hands of the Hither-World the bliss of Eressëa or of the Holy Shire might have managed to mirror,
Yet none the wonders of the Yonder-World may replicate, for of the Ainur were the hands that them had crafted, and not of late Elf, Dwarf or Man.
Late Elf refers to the Elves who rebelled against the authority of Valinor and headed then to Middle-earth; and to Elves of the mortal continent that came after in general, for they were lesser than the ancient Eldar of Aman, with the sole exception of Lady Galadriel.
