Nóm
08-30-2004, 08:54 AM
If anybody wants to add to this you can. I don't know what will happen to it but I don't want to write it alone. It is about visiting Tol Eressea and hearing tales. Maybe we can have a very sad tell told by a fire. Perhaps a tale that is small inscope but tied in to some bigger events. For example maybe the tale of a particular elf who was caught in the burning of Dorthonion but who escaped away west and happend on Gondolin?
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Haunted restless to the end of my days I abide now in the mortal world, outwardly plain, ill, and misguided. Why fate should have taken me to that land and brought me back I can not guess. Even so, I am blessed to have known beauty that is ancient and noble. And a sorrow, sorrowful tales even without which a heart percieving it in the beauty is pierced. I long now to return there or else leave the world, for I am beset with a yearning that consumes me and a faith... nay! a knowledge that we are destined for something grand and without which my blessing would be a curse.
The wonderful folk that I met, I can hope only to know in essence maybe, and it is in hope of a glimpse of something reminiscent of it that I often watch the world around. They dwelt once in these lands. And I find that I am constantly recalling, in great detail, the things that I saw and tales that I heard, so that I might relive it in my heart or ponder the purpose of my fortune.
On an especially picturesque evening I strolled along a stone lane and left the land of Elms, and passing amid song birds and flowers I came at nightfall to the city of Tavrobel and stars twinkled out above its buildings as I approached. It was there that I heard many tales of the great heroic deeds of the people and also of the descendants of our own, whereas before I heard mostly of their most glorious days and of things high and mysterious.
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Haunted restless to the end of my days I abide now in the mortal world, outwardly plain, ill, and misguided. Why fate should have taken me to that land and brought me back I can not guess. Even so, I am blessed to have known beauty that is ancient and noble. And a sorrow, sorrowful tales even without which a heart percieving it in the beauty is pierced. I long now to return there or else leave the world, for I am beset with a yearning that consumes me and a faith... nay! a knowledge that we are destined for something grand and without which my blessing would be a curse.
The wonderful folk that I met, I can hope only to know in essence maybe, and it is in hope of a glimpse of something reminiscent of it that I often watch the world around. They dwelt once in these lands. And I find that I am constantly recalling, in great detail, the things that I saw and tales that I heard, so that I might relive it in my heart or ponder the purpose of my fortune.
On an especially picturesque evening I strolled along a stone lane and left the land of Elms, and passing amid song birds and flowers I came at nightfall to the city of Tavrobel and stars twinkled out above its buildings as I approached. It was there that I heard many tales of the great heroic deeds of the people and also of the descendants of our own, whereas before I heard mostly of their most glorious days and of things high and mysterious.