Summary: The Avari watch the rising of the Sun for the first time. 112 words.
There was starlight and soft darkness in the Outer Lands, and the Faithful, the Starlit People, knew it and moved under its protective cloak like nimble, bright-eyed shadows.
It had always been like that, a life under tall, dark, ancient trees that were their homes. They did not want to go over the Sea, into the Light from which one cannot hide.
But there was no escape from the all-consuming plans of the Valar, who never asked anyone if they wanted their blessings.
And on the day when the harsh, golden radiance of the newborn Sun tore the starlit night to shreds, the Faithful hid under the trees and wept.