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Post by Melian on May 28, 2002 13:33:18 GMT -5
a fire sits in the middle of the elven town, this is where they sing, tell storys, and talk to relax.
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LadyArwenUndómiel
Stranger of the Woods
Noble Elf
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jun 11, 2002 5:40:01 GMT -5
"Oio naa elealla alasee Melody (Ever is thy a sight of joy)." Arwen says as she casually enters the room and sits down in a cozy chair by the fire place. She then picks up a book of hers which is empty and begins to draw pictures...
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Post by Melian on Jun 11, 2002 13:22:11 GMT -5
hello lady arwen!
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LadyArwenUndómiel
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jun 14, 2002 7:21:28 GMT -5
"Is anyone else coming here?" Arwen asks as she looks around the door; tucking a long strand of dark hair behind her pointed ear.
"I don't now," Melody replies.
"Shall we tell stories? I love to exchange legends which I haven't heard of..." Arwen wonders outloud...
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Post by Melian on Jun 14, 2002 11:33:58 GMT -5
i fear may of the elves have fled ravindell, and most nolonger come to the fire.
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jun 15, 2002 1:52:21 GMT -5
*Arwen's fair face shows sadness as she picks up a blanket and huddles by it...
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Post by Claire on Jul 16, 2002 13:04:44 GMT -5
What's wrong, Arwen?
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jul 17, 2002 15:59:57 GMT -5
"Hello Claire," Arwen says, happy to see another elf in Rivendell. "I'm kind of sad because it seems to me as if the time of the Elves is over, just as it says in the prophecy. Many are leaving these shores and I do not wish to be the only one to stay here..."
Arwen puts the midnight blue blanket over herself and looks at the fire, thinking of different days when the Last Homely House was filled with her kin...
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Post by Claire on Jul 17, 2002 18:29:18 GMT -5
True, it seems everyone is leaving. Like in the world I made, Fantasy World, few if not none go there anymore, only I, to see if anyone has posted over my posts. *looks in the fire* We should wait until news gets interesting.
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jul 18, 2002 15:14:57 GMT -5
"Aye, I see exactly what you mean." Arwen says, thinking about the 'mysterious vanishings' which were happening to the members. "Does anyone know a good song to sing?" she asks, knowing that some merryment shall do good for all of them.
"Here is one which I really like, though many know it..." Arwen says as she sits up a bit straighter in the comfortable chair and sets down the book which she was drawing pictures. The Elven maiden then begins to sing...
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
Pursuing it with eager feet
Until it joins a larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then, I cannot say!
"Now it's someone elses turn!" Arwen says, a bit happier once she began singing...
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Post by Claire on Jul 18, 2002 21:21:24 GMT -5
*gets out her guitar and starts playing and singing*
May it be an evening star shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls, your heart will be true
You walk a lonely walk.
OH! How far you are from home.
Mornie utulie (darkness has fallen), believe and you will find your way.
Mornie alontie (darkness is here), a promise lives within you now.
May it be the shadows call will find our way.
May it be your journey on to light the day.
When the night is overcome, you may rise to find the sun!
Mornie utulie, believe and you will find your way!
Mornie alontie, a promise lives within you now. A promise lives within you.......now!
You probably know that song. By the great Elvish singer Enya.
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jul 19, 2002 13:29:54 GMT -5
"Aye, I've heard that one but listening to it again brings joy upon my heart! Aa lasser en lle coia orn n'ormentha gurtha, Claire! (May the leaves of your life never turn brown!" Arwen says as she claps her hands gently.
"Shall I tell the tale of Beren and Luthien?" Arwen asks, knowing that many have heard it, whilst others have not!
Arwen takes her harp up and begins to pluck the strings and sing...
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.
Then 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 of 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 beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of yeras 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 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!
Arwen finishes her song and puts her harp down, closing her blue eyes briefly then opening them again...
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Post by Claire on Jul 19, 2002 19:37:03 GMT -5
A beautiful song that is, was that Quenya you spoke? Well, here is Galandriel's Lament! *Claire pluks at the guitar again and sings the Elvish Song*
Ai! Laurie lantar lassi surinen,
yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron!
Ueni ve linte yuldar avanier
me oronardi lisse-miruvoreva
Andune pella, Cardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tinitilar i eleni
omaryo airetari-lirinen
Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An si Tintalle Varda Oilosseo
ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule;
ar sindanoriello caita mornie
i falmalinnar lmbe met, ar histe
untupa Calaciryo miri oile. Si canwa na, Romello canwa, Walimar!
Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Calimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!
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Post by LadyArwenUndómiel on Jul 21, 2002 13:06:54 GMT -5
"Aye, Claire," Arwen says once Claire finishes her song. "It was Quenya which I spoke!"
"Shall I sing another song?" Arwen asks, pouring over her memory for a good one...
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Post by Claire on Jul 21, 2002 17:13:45 GMT -5
Do you know how to speak Quenya, or do you look up the words?
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~*~Lady Arwen Undómiel~*~