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Walküre:
The Song of the Elements


Earth, the skeleton of all thou art, with thy ways below the very structure of Arda sustaining,
Thy bones the highest mountains hold and far continents keep together, be it plains, hills or surfaces of blue under the sea,
Indeed, the gravest sorrows and wounds to thee have been inflicted, as the mightiest forces of the World against one another waged war, since what of time the beginning was,
To Aulë, to the Smith-Vala thou respondest, having him government over anything which of Matter consisteth, moulding and to an infinite kind of things giving actual fashion.

Water, thou coverest all pits and depths on the surfaces, thus an immense vastness creating, ever-wavering, voluble and indomitable as real freedom,
Routes for great ships and home to a grand range of marine creatures, foul or noble the kind,
In wrath thou much perilous and treacherous might become, when storms beyond the horizon rage and wind thy path ruleth,
Thou servest the Sea-Vala Ulmo, Lord of all oceans, and to him news and every whisper of mortal deeds thou bringest, as via rivers, lakes and streams there is naught thou may not reach.

Fire, often despised and by living beings hated, a part of the firmament thou nonetheless art,
With the property of doing and undoing reality as thou wishest,
Too many times the Evil thee hath used, to avail its fell plans and terror on Arda to provoke,
Melkor, the Dark Vala, thus of thee made extensive usage, although thou good also hast done, in Aulë's creations and in keeping the weary flame of hope always alive.

Air, ocean of winds and breezes, above what liveth and breatheth thou were put,
To embrace all lands with thy gentle touch, and the course of daily existence from the heavens to guard,
Should thou move fast and swift across territories and waters, dreadful events for all might befall,
Yet thou of Manwë Súlimo, Holy Spirit, art the domain, and his Eagles throughout skies long journey and vigilant on Middle-earth always remain.

Light, dominant and mightiest of all the other ones,
Thou over darkness winnest and thy splendour the halls of Eä as a whole rekindleth,
And of Stars thou art life and the only heart, and immortal, eternal and imperishable beyond the circles and skies of Arda they stand,
It was Snow-White Varda who Light in the universe hath brought, timeless symbol of Ilúvatar the Almighty, since the founding of the ancestral Two Lamps, the mythical Two Trees and of the Sun and the Moon which now our dwelling bright and warm make.

Walküre:
Fair guests, the Rulers of Arda your noble lyrics in their halls of diamond shall fain hear


Fair Vanyar, the King and Queen of Eä to your majestic lyrics shall fain pay attention,
For naught else them merry and joyful rendereth, than hearing jubilant voices along their vast halls of diamond at the apex of Arda,
Upon their throne they shall thus hear and with care contemplate, the arts of the Eldar that to the Archangels are immensely dear,
May ye, Fair Elves, never be shy nor to sing unsure, as silent places in a heavy burden for one's heart often result, when one just some little rhymes and pure poetry to rejoice at the World needeth.

Walküre:
Envy, this the proud kingdom has marred


Envy, slithering smooth as a thin serpent, all it seems to consume and spoil,
Grand deeds, long-time friendship and the valour of the old times, of which very little has now in the Third Age of Arda persisted,
Snide acts of the most malicious sort, of whom can't accept that glory and talent might choose someone else to bless, of whom can't accept that power is held by those who the burden may bear,
Alas, it is envy that the proud kingdom of Men has marred, and always it waits for the just time, to loosen the ties of amicable courtesy and our hearts frozen to render.

Walküre:
Free I am! And loose and indomitable as the deep sea!


Free I am! And loose and indomitable as the deep sea under the blue of Arda,
Vain the effort of those who for the dominion of my heart seek, and fool the attempt of such an empty act,
For to myself only I belong, and friendship, bond and love with me only in pure terms you may have,
As the arrogant one's will shall fail and the ill-intentioned request shall be denied,

And the true valour and strength only via wisdom and endurance might be shown to me, with these being the real nature that gallantry may grant,
May you of this spoken truth be very certain, that I shall never be conquered by violence and by the crude touch of tyranny swayed,
Cruelty I have already passed through and the immense grief to my heart this pain has brought,
While I saw my kin in blood, lifeless and silent in their stained harbour lying, by the sea which relief and defence for them all represented,

Hearken, legendary Craftsman and of the Noldor the new High King,
Never shall I avail your schemes and the perpetrators of the hideous murder by any means aid,
Right and just the time when my golden-silver locks to you were not gifted,
A raging soul by wrath and grudge poisoned, that very unlikely a comforting rest even within the Judge's grey domain shall ever find,

I am loose and fierce as the deep sea, which to my kin of the havens very dear is,
I am Nerwen of the House of the Fair, and wise and pious towards anyone in need,
My ancient ambitions may take me away from this blessed shore for a time I cannot foretell,
Yet memory of these green shires never undimmed shall be, along with contempt and great resentment for the vile hearts that the most terrible atrocity dared to commit.


Galadriel's pledge of revenge and utmost censure for whom had dared to stain the ways of the Teleri's harbour with the blood of the Elven kind. Possibly, the worst crime attributed to Fëanor and his House. Deep unfriendliness, if not hatred, would then be between the two characters up to the death of the very Smith.

Walküre:
Beauty cold and pale, yet ardent the spirit as the very flame


A beauty born from winter and the cold of the heath,
Amidst bushes, frozen ground and the grass which always for survival fights,
Sharp and fierce the character, but a great heart indeed, kindled by grandness and braveness,
The maiden was soon taught to wield the sword, to defend her people and the Horse Lords' rule over the plain,

Cold and pale she may be named and deemed,
Such an ill-conceived thought this would be,
As, if appearance shows itself in the winter's fashion, very ardent is the spirit and proud beyond the thinkable limit,
Who the Shield-Maiden could ever hinder, when foes fall at her feet and her blade the dignity of the weakest with fiery resolve defends?

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