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Walküre:
Only at the End shall they speak...

A curious Noldo interrogates a Vanya of Valinórë. He desires to know what will be of Arda at the end of all.


Vanya, Child of Ingwë, thou dwellest with the Mighty and certainly me thou wilt help,
As much I long to know what shall be of our beloved World.

Noldo, proud and strong thy being, we may not foretell that either way, for Manwë and Varda only glimpses of the future must have had, the ones that hear and see all, whose sight is maybe apt to surpass the circles of the sky and even the boundaries of time as well.

Walküre:
That Fell Chasm


That fell Chasm, where the root of our sad troubles had birth,
Its fire made it like that another Ring of Power saw light in those somber times,
Horror which only there may find its epilogue and forever end the era of terror of which the worst is still to come,
Yet much counts on the will of whom the venomous paths of that mountain shall tread, holding in his hands the fate of years, battles, blood, sorrows and obscure beings.

Walküre:
Things do change


I woke up from many dreams and a still immobility, and I found the world upset and recognisable not anymore,
New kings, struggles and wars, very different from how it used to be in the past times that I cherish.

(Response) But things do change, dear immortal, and even the greatest rule might one day fall, leaving behind void and dismay, although new forces arise and to them authority is conferred.

Walküre:
My Daughter, it is the just path thou must follow


Daughter, thy sad visage bindeth my heart and my mind somber maketh, for I may sense, with a clear perception, that thou leaving thy Love on these shores regrettest,
But in truth thou shalt part from this sorrowful fate, as thou bringest thy sentiment in lands in which naught perisheth or findeth decay, thus retaining thy Love in thy heart immortal and never pale.

Walküre:
The Great Journey


A long voyage and march across the young plains and rivers of Middle-earth,
This who awakened of the Immortals had to go through at the dawn of the Elven birth, in times of darkness and doubt that Varda's Light only could turn into hope,
When the Three Kings arose in might and the offer of the Powers elected to accept,
Leading their people to the true sunny home which their wishes real would make.

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