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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 13, 2003 18:35:05 GMT
'No one has such lovely voices as the elves. Your language is elegant. I am trying to learn it, but it is very hard for me.' "Oh, I do not think you cannot do it, my Friend. You just have to try... what do you say?" |
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Rohan warrior
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Post by Shieldmaiden on Dec 14, 2003 0:11:06 GMT
'I'm sure I can I just must try harder. Maybe you can sing something in the common speech so that we could all join in?'
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 14, 2003 18:12:53 GMT
"Sure! Let me see... oh, yes... I learned this song from Mithrandir..." "The road goes ever on and on
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
and I must follow if I can…" [/i] [/B] |
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Post by Simbelmyne on Dec 14, 2003 18:22:36 GMT
"...pursuing it with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet -
and whither then, I cannot say..." Morowyn sang softly. "I will sing with you also. I know many songs. There is one - it is a tale of Beren and Luthien. Let me sing it to you." The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless. "It is a sad tale indeed. They passed away long ago." |
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 14, 2003 18:29:36 GMT
"Ah... Elbereth Gilthoniel... that is beautiful, Morowyn..."  [glow=red,2,300]~*ER*~[/glow]#noedit |
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Shieldmaiden
Rohan warrior
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Post by Shieldmaiden on Dec 14, 2003 20:08:05 GMT
'Just beautiful. Hmm I'm not very big on songs. I just know one little hobbit ditty...'
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Post by Arwen Evenstar on Dec 16, 2003 4:17:25 GMT
'I would enjoy hearing it!' Eleniel spoke up. 'I love music, and enjoy hearing other types of songs!'
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 16, 2003 18:53:40 GMT
"Why do not you sing something, Eleniel?" Said Galadeth and smiled.  |
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Post by Laurewen Undomiel on Dec 17, 2003 5:09:57 GMT
--She listened to the others singing wistfully, remembering her mother's songs.--
I wish I could sing as well as all of you, but I seem to be lacking in that department.
--She looked at Morowyn.--
I remember that tale. My mother used to tell it to me. It was one of my favorites, about how they met and their love.
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 17, 2003 19:11:14 GMT
Galadeth looked at Ara.
"I have always loved that tale..." Suddenly, a tear came out of the Eyes of Galadeth.
"I remember my father... he used to tell it to me on starry nights, when the Elves sing..."
[glow=red,2,300]~*ER*~[/glow]#noedit
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Post by MeredithThornbank on Dec 20, 2003 20:50:36 GMT
(ooc is this one stalled as well?)
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 21, 2003 19:27:17 GMT
((OOC: I don't know...))
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Post by Simbelmyne on Dec 21, 2003 20:01:44 GMT
Morowyn yawned.
"There is one thing I'll ask before I turn in for the night. Do you have work for a barmaid here?"
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Post by Eloise on Dec 21, 2003 20:04:42 GMT
Eowa smiled. "Work! Can you cook? Can you clean? Can you smile and serve even the drunkest of customers? Can you fight? Can you wield a ale glass as well as you can a sword? If so there is plenty of work that needs doing and I'll pay you well, but this bar can get rough if the riders get too drunk. I'll let you mull it over. Give me a shout if you want the job." Eowa winked then bustled off again.
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Post by Galadeth Greenleaf on Dec 21, 2003 20:05:01 GMT
Galadeth looked at Morowyn.
"I do not know... ask the bartender, my friend..." #noedit
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