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Walküre:
Nerwen reminisces her old days in Aman. Especially, she recalls her occasional forays out of Valinórë's walls, in the pearl-made harbour of her kin, under the starred sky and among her beloved relatives. She composed some lyrics.


--- Zitat ---NERWEN: ''Soft breeze from the outer shires,
A mortal breath that this haven only reaches,
A gift which is not granted within the bliss, beyond the mighty Walls of the Powers,
Tales, grand deeds and the wilderness' spirit I may feel, brought by the wind.

Maybe, on the other shore one day I shall be, to meet the adventures that me for long awaited.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
Another reminiscence of the princess. A talk with her mother Eärwen, daughter of the Lord of the Teleri of Aman, prior to the Darkening of Valinor and the rebellion of the Noldor.


--- Zitat ---EÄRWEN: ''The wind is changing. I may feel the breeze of the outer shires, in which all must undergo death and the destiny we deem unfortunate. Yet I believe something else maketh such precarious fate desirable for those who are subjected to it. Those who shall be subjected to it. And even our noble kin feeleth and senseth the decay of the mainland, albeit their eternal life which hath naught less than our own. Aye, I feel the wind is changing indeed. It is getting more impetuous, and I dread, my daughter, that it might take thee away from me, someday. For, sometimes, storms on what lieth in those Hither-Lands may be much revealing; it may signal that things are not boding well for us too. Hither, within the defence of the Powers. And stories have already reached my ears, that malaise is creeping among the Noldor of Aman. Bitter resentment and hidden frustration that menace the peace of the inhabitants of the hallowed lands beyond the seas. An illness is growing bold from within, in thy and thy brothers' heart. Longings of many sorts and diverse nature.

Sundering waves, is this what ye long to tell me? Your voices tell many stories and different from one another. They say that water might unveil what is to be, yet I am at a loss. I may not divine the future. The waters seem to be rendered more obscure and less clear than before.

Daughter, thou would disclose thy mind with thy mother, wouldn't thou?''
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---NERWEN: ''Mother, on the shore of the sea, may this certainty rest with thee, that great love for my kin I shall always have, and every time for the sake of our kind's noble nature I shall fight. What I deem wrong. What I deem unjust. Enemies and the foul creatures under the starred sky of the outer world, if I may ever have the chance to make this encounter, I shall combat. For my principles I shall wield the sword and my might unleash! Unto the end of the ardent passion, and until my ambition hath finally waned and vanished away.''
--- Ende Zitat ---

Nerwen holds her mother in a warm yet somber embrace.

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---EÄRWEN: ''Much I dread of thy journey and the path thou hast set thyself on. And fain I would see thee forswear sedition and within the walls of Kôr remain. But thou hast thy own choice to make, in good will and confident spirit, for my love is too great and never shall I chain my kin where they don't desire to stay. Only, may these words of mine be ever in thy mind. Do not ever forget the wisdom of the West, and be the reminiscence of the lost bliss always in thy heart, when darkness seemeth triumphant and the solitude of the mortal shires is about to sway thy conscience. Yet, I tell thee this as I am plainly sure, amidst fear and nostalgia thou shalt probably find love, and kindness and grand deeds. May my love and the one of our House reach you, my sons, even beyond the sea, where hard tests and wonders await your coming. Farewell, my daughter. We shall meet again on these shores of diamond and pearl, at the end of thy adventurous voyage and very long peregrination across the ways of this world.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
The long mental voyage of the Princess has ended. She is alone in her wide room in Elwë's hidden palace. It's night.

NERWEN: ''Mother, the sole remembrance of your visage is cause of solace for my weary heart, even if weary among the mortal ways of the continent I am certainly not. I would fain have a word of comfort from you. I would fain have a word of counsel from my noble father who now reigns in Kôr of many towers. I would fain behold both of you, my beloved parents. But the breeze of this world keeps me here and much excited for anything which befalls within these ends. I long to do much more here, and much is yet to be done by me still. I sense that the grandest number of unthinkable possibilities is ahead of my kind; of our kind. We just have to seize the just opportunity and take our fate in our own laborious hands. Hands that have given life to wonders across the sundering waves. It is not the time to fudge away from our duties; the Evil we have battled already in the very realm of the Powers. The Eldar shall battle it again along the shores of the Hither-Lands, our new home and dwelling. I pray with the utmost concern, that all the smearing tales and mistakes which brought venom to the Houses of the Noldor won't hinder our path again, now that we ought to remain united and staunchly beside one another.

It seems that the bright luminescence of Varda's oeuvres is somehow covered by thick clouds. I shall head out of the hidden ways of this palace for a moment; I need hear the melody of the outer winds and see more clearly the immortal light of the perennial skies.''

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