Nienna, she is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. And those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope.
Nessa, lithe and fleetfooted. Deer she loves, and they follow her train whenever she goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her hair. In dancing she delights, and she dances in Valimar on lawns of never-fading green.
Vairë, who weaves all things that have ever been in Time into her storied webs, and the halls of Mandos that ever widen as the ages pass are clothed with them.