[The Fifth]

The days that passed by in Rivendell soon became weeks. Taralquamegil the healer did everything he could to help Calad, along with Collette, but nothing really seemed to work, althugh Taralquamegil gained the elf's trust. At last, as Calad grew weary of the daily healing sessions without or barely any progress, even the healer came to give up hope. "Spirits are easily changed, but they are hard to change back into what they were," Taralquamegil once said to Calad as he stubbornly refused help.

Then one day, a snow-covered morn, to be exact, an amazing thing happened. It was at first just an average morning, with the golden sun climbing up the sky and shining proudly above the Valley, making the white snow glitter and dance. The sky was azure, but traces of grey clouds from the snow-fall were still loitering and annoying the sun.

Calad sat in his room, at first brooding, then gradually pondering, then into deep thought. A clump of snow fell out from the full-handed naked tree outside his window. Then something clicked into his mind. The healing had worked, even though to others it had not. He quickly stood up. All memories were at first leaking into his mind, small trickles, then a stream, then a river of memories flowed in. Calad's eyes widened in surprise. Everything had come back, after all. Memories of childhood sprang up; his father, mother, his first horse, practicing the bow and arrow with his father, all of that. He also remembered his name.

Swollen with happiness, Calad burst out of the house, not caring about snow that fell from the roof. Collette was just about to open the door, but luckily, heard his excitement and got out of the way before Calad could hit the door in her face. The hobbit blinked as she saw Calad smile for the first time. "I remember!" Calad exclaimed loudly.

"Remember? What?" asked Collette.
"I remember... everything! Even my name!"
"And what is that?" she asked curiously.
"..Gwaiglir... Wind-Song..." Calad calmed for a moment, then danced off to tell everyone else.

That evening, he could now join the other Elves in joyous song, and Calad's voice rang the loudest. The light in his eyes was perpetual now as he laughed.

"A fluttering wing of blue
brings day anew.
How glad the Sun is,
to reclaim what is His!
The sky is kept light
and eager in sight.

O distant blue,
the Sun is for you.

O distant blue,
you stand beyond any hue.

In a sky of might
the blue slows in its flight,
to no other place,
and towards the empty space.

O distant blue,
the Sun is for you.

O distant blue,
come closer too.

A ring of bells,
a throng of sea-shells,
and foam seeps into the sand
as if lifted by a giant Hand,
the hand of the wave;
Oh! How much the waters gave!

A distant blue
stands anew.

A distant blue
has now flew.

The shade of night descends
as the Blue leaves the hands
of golden friends,
O how dark are the lands!
Black has taken the skies
for Blue now flies,
and said Black to Blue,
'And the sky belongs to me too.'"