A beautiful poem, Urwen. 
But every line screams Miriel, laid to rest in Valinor, talking of Feanor, so the answer comes very quickly (unless there is some trick or subterfuge and it's something else!)
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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