From foam ir rose before the ships; Nine prows did plow the gleaming strand. Torinaan stepped from foremost craft, And claimed a Kinhold all the land From silver beach to green-clad hills, Begilded by the golden dawn. Auridon thus was the name Bestowed upon that realm anon. Through wild it was, at once it gripped Torinaan's once remorseful heart. He drew his blade, he drew his blood, And swore an oath to ne'er depart. They disembarked upon the shore, Built Kinhouse, gardens, roge, and hive. They tamed the meadows, beaches, fields, And made a home where Elves could thrive.