This probably would not make sense to anyone who did not read the books. However, I hope that those of you who have will enjoy this. I never say the name of the speaker. I only, at the very end, name the person he is talking about.

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Three of the nineteen under the one,

The three, air, fire, water.

I thought I was the most powerful,

So why did he wield the fire?

He was not even one of them.

I dwelt in a fortress,

Commanding praise,

He was a wanderer,

He received praise without command.

Why did he humbly accept the honor

I so surely deserved?

While he was blind, I could see,

See everything,

Even his foolishness and folly.

So why did his perceptions

Seem so much more incisive?

I unquestionably knew more than he,

I studied, and learned, and taught,

So why did the people abandon my teachings for his?

I was lifted up from our undeserved lowly status,

And was given the chance to join in

The ruling of the world.

All I had to do was aid the one.

I even lent a hand to him,

Offered him a part in this life,

But he turned it away.

Why did he refuse?

Did he think that he was wiser than I?

Did he think that he was stronger than I?

Perhaps he planned to usurp my

New position.

How dare he!

I was the wisest!

I was the strongest!

I should have been the one to wield the fire!

He was nothing but a wanderer,

A meddler,

A disgrace to our order.

So why did Olorin wield the fire?