House of Findor Poem

In Age gone by when not in heaven,

A Mage brought peace and funeral pyre.

Crowns worn their points total seven,

His was the new breed’s gem of fire.

To Andurin’s home you have come,

In flight from dark into sky and cloud.

What is written of old cannot be undone,

The names of those left behind, cry aloud!

For this way is barred to all but three:

Elf, man, dwarf, perhaps thee?

Answer was Elwe or Nenya (can't remember!), Baverick and Kalasar