IŽd go for Feanor
A craftsman of renown- well duh
I shaped in white- Tirion is WHITE
That which calls the dreamers to the deep
I work for one who speaks through sleep- Eru(?)/Manwe speak through dreams
My creation brings despair, delight- The Silmarils brought both
it's songs were heard of old- the Quenta Silmarillion
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