Now what shall be said of the Troloun? That they be eternal or powerful? That they be great among all untëwhr and mavers? Or that they be the One to Rule them all?

No. In fact we shall say none. We shall not lift our lips to utter any word of praise. If we do, shall it not be nought? Can they be compared?

They are called different names. And this is not because they have not a name neither is it because the Aon untëwhr nor mavers know what to call them. They indeed bear these names; either by Their own admission or by Their works. But these are scarcely enough for not all can be expressed through words. In fact, words can only do so little in expression. And so little can do but nothing. So yes, we shall speak nought.

The Troloun were three in one and one in three. They were a mystery that could never be fathomed. They had no beginning for they owned the beginning itself. They were On Yawälon, Sonur and Emi Santua. And the Troloun had perfect harmony; one without fault. Remember, we shall say nought. Our words on them dost rest now.