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Walküre:
Water, lead me to the goal


Water, I dreamt thee in a night of nightmare and frightening phantoms,
But I know that thou wishest to send me an imperative message of hope,
I thus pray and ask that thou lead me thither in favourable fate,
So that I shall embrace my future and a new city in a mountainous chain may be raised.

Walküre:
Yonder, where all would fain voyage


The burden of time is indeed borne on thy shoulders in grand fatigue,
For thou hast the paramount task,
To guard of the Eldar the last havens, where grey vessels are always prepared to face the ultimate journey of one's life,
Beyond the sea, where all would fain voyage.

Shipwright, the last ship shall await thee on the mortal shores of the World, and beside thee shall be the saviour of our times.

Walküre:
The tale is not to end in grief


At the pinnacles of Gondor we wait to outlive the end and in hope to trust the good fortune,
Even in the grimmest of the hour, amidst the battle that is to reach us in short time,
But here, among the sentinels of the White City, there is the White Wizard who with us shares the strife,
And he narrated a story unknown and unheard for the most, that bliss is beyond the western seas and that human life does not cease after the violent parting.

Walküre:
The ambush at the cold heath


Nay, this may not be,
The king of the Horse Lords and his guard have met a sad event far from the stone-made shelter of the Deep,
As people murmur that an ambush on the cold heat has taken place, in which the dreadful howl of wolves could be heard,
And all know which fell breed the Fallen Wizard hides in the dungeons of his dwelling, and it is marred, corrupt and indeed by the vicious magic mauled.

Walküre:
The girdle of benevolence


Too much different the green path used to be in the Elder Days,
In the Hither-Lands of which now little one commonly knows,
For those lands have sunk in the great sea, because much the World for its own liberated had to undergo,
And forests were ghoulish, and deadly and hideous as none in the present time might precisely picture,

Yet the foul magic which that kind of beasts could call and control was not to be found within the wooden ramparts of Doriath,
Governed by magic too and by a millennial wise rule,
And the Angel who there resided had veiled her domain with the strongest shield,
For love and old wisdom in Beleriand via the most formidable defence just needed to be secured.

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