“You said you would not interfere – you would leave things to Olorin!”

“My Lady, I think a fresh sea wind does not constitute very much in the way of interference. The prevailing breeze on the coast of Ennor is westerly anyway. I may have strengthened it a little… Just enough for Olorin and the others to see what they were doing.”

“And? - the battles, the Paths of the Dead, the Ents, Eowyn and the Nazgul?”

“Not my doing, my love. Not really Olorin’s work either. Just the difference between the best laid plans and their going astray. Just the Men, Dwarves, Elves, Ents and others, finding their own courage, acting in their own right. Just enough to upset the greatest of plans, just enough to give our sister’s creations time to do their part.”