As said before all of Nurgulut’s child trees grew tall and strong, some wide and massive and short, and some thin and tall but strong enough to defy the winds. All of them save one.
It was the humans who found the Nikulen, the one tree that never grew because its reach to the skies was interrupted by a giant black rock that was ominously looming over its tender pale sprout. The humans tried at first to move the rock, the strongest of young men and the wisest of the old came about to found a way to push the rock, but to no avail were their efforts.
One day a bird flying high saw all the people that were gathered and flew to them and asked them of their troubles. The bird looked at the pale sapling and started to sing a song that was only once sung before, but never heard by birds or men alike. The songbird echoed through the trees and reached the other birds, all over the emerald world, enchanted they all flew where the Nikulen was and joined the enticing song. For a while the humans only listened to it, but soon they understood the melody and the best voices among the people that knew the birds language hummed along with their feathery friends.
And for a time it seemed that all of them sung the song for too long and that it would never end, but then Nikulen uprooted itself and the first two leaves opened up, but the birds and the humans did not stop the singing instead they continued, louder and more enchanting than before, and the Nikulen started growing sideways of the black rock, tilting it’s trunk to avoid the heavy stone cold top, and once it saw the skies its trunk started to get wider and wider and stronger that it pushed away the rock and now it was free, but the song continued and many birds and people came and went until it was fully finished and by the end Nikulen outgrew all of the trees, and from its top you could see all the plains of the world.
And while the song was almost done, Nikulen blossomed and the blooms were lit with light in white and yellow, and there the humans and the birds were stunned in silence in front of the miracle that was raised by themselves.
Ever since, Nikulen was named Nurgulen by the humans or little Nurgul, and Lumen and Tor Somali, whilst the birds had countless names most of which the men could not utter them save Nisinol, the city of light, because for some time before the reshaping of the earth it was the grandest the most admirable city that ever existed where men and birds lived together and bathed in the light of the magnificent tree.
