Re: A song for Elean's mother

> Alone at the edge of the town, she closes her eyes and begins to sing ... hoping Elean will hear:

> In the Fair Glade where soft breezes blow
> One of our Kin, brave soul he is weeping,
> For lost to this life, a love he did know
> The Wheel turns, a new life she is seeking,
> Fair pendant that once on her neck did show
> Placed into his hands for safekeeping

> Oak Mother, Earth Mother,
> Watch over your son
> In this world and then in the Other

> Great Healer, fair Elf and Sorceress was she
> Her village, her Kin and her lover,
> No hurt was too small, so plain to be seen
> That all Elves, Men and Dwarves called her brother,
> In all time and worlds not once has there been
> An Elf such as Elean’s fair mother

> Sky Mother, Sea Mother,
> Watch over your son
> Until we walk with you some Summer.

> And then she lays a small silver amulet under an old oak tree in the hope that Elean will find it. On it is written the song she sang in Tengwar.

From his roost up high in his tree that overlooked the the ocean, he idly picks at a few leaves. In his lofty perch, the winds blew feircely. He wraps his cloak tighter around himself, but suddenly stops, as the winds bring something new, a soft voice singing a song in an unknown language to him. He sits there as the beautiful melody goes on, and his thoughts wander to his departed mother. He notices the tear on his cheek when the cold winds freeze it to his cheek, and he rubs it away. The melody ceasing, he jumps down and walks in the direction of the voice. Once he arrives, no one is there beneath the old oak tree as he looks around before scanning the ground for tracks. There were too many tracks to follow, but there was one very prominent item, a silver amulet. He picks it up, turning it this way and that as he examines it. He looks on the back, and written very small, he can make out words. He runs the words inside his head for a moment, and a tune begins to form in his head, the tune that is close to the one he heard. Smiling, he puts the locket on a gold chain and hangs that on his neck, next to the heirloom. He takes one last look around to try and see the person that left this there, but not seeing them, he walks off back to his perch.

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> > Alone at the edge of the town, she closes her eyes and begins to sing ... hoping Elean will hear: > > <i>In the Fair Glade where soft breezes blow > > One of our Kin, brave soul he is weeping, > > For lost to this life, a love he did know > > The Wheel turns, a new life she is seeking, > > Fair pendant that once on her neck did show > > Placed into his hands for safekeeping > > Oak Mother, Earth Mother, > > Watch over your son > > In this world and then in the Other > > Great Healer, fair Elf and Sorceress was she > > Her village, her Kin and her lover, > > No hurt was too small, so plain to be seen > > That all Elves, Men and Dwarves called her brother, > > In all time and worlds not once has there been > > An Elf such as Elean’s fair mother > > Sky Mother, Sea Mother, > > Watch over your son > > Until we walk with you some Summer.</i> > > And then she lays a small silver amulet under an old oak tree in the hope that Elean will find it. On it is written the song she sang in Tengwar. > From his roost up high in his tree that overlooked the the ocean, he idly picks at a few leaves. In his lofty perch, the winds blew feircely. He wraps his cloak tighter around himself, but suddenly stops, as the winds bring something new, a soft voice singing a song in an unknown language to him. He sits there as the beautiful melody goes on, and his thoughts wander to his departed mother. He notices the tear on his cheek when the cold winds freeze it to his cheek, and he rubs it away. The melody ceasing, he jumps down and walks in the direction of the voice. Once he arrives, no one is there beneath the old oak tree as he looks around before scanning the ground for tracks. There were too many tracks to follow, but there was one very prominent item, a silver amulet. He picks it up, turning it this way and that as he examines it. He looks on the back, and written very small, he can make out words. He runs the words inside his head for a moment, and a tune begins to form in his head, the tune that is close to the one he heard. Smiling, he puts the locket on a gold chain and hangs that on his neck, next to the heirloom. He takes one last look around to try and see the person that left this there, but not seeing them, he walks off back to his perch.
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