Disclaimer: Tolkien saw these things, Kortirion riffs on his phrases.
The urge to thrust forth was strong, to strive with all its might to break free from the sheltering womb. Now was the time, the moment for a birthing; the instinct to breathe made it eager to be freed from containment. Every living thing has the right stars to be born under, they say, so that when cosmic serendipity dictates, those chosen are ready.
Breaching the flesh of Arda the shoot uncoiled with slow grace. Nourished by sun and rain, the scion of an ancient race garnered strength in secret - until the Eagle-of-the-Star gathered it up - this symbol of rebirth.