Disclaimer: All Tolkien’s - Kortirion sighs in the margins..
The last time he had glimpsed these pale, towering cliffs they had been Five. They had barely looked back, all still marvelling at these new, fleshly bodies and eager to set forth as they were commanded. Bound for the wild lands, to walk among the untamed, fleeting feas of the Second Children; those vividly shining sparks that blazed briefly in the darkness like so many scintillating fireworks, soon to disappear leaving only memories of heat and brightness.
So long ago. Looking back, Middle-earth now lay shrouded beyond the misted Straight Road. Gandalf smiled, remembering - he would always love those fireworks.