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Walküre:
The grave sin


Stained by blood their industrious hands, which the wonders of their forging wielded and used for the murder of their own kind,
The Elven kind that perpetually dwelleth among the lands that are governed by the Ainur who were before time,
Such a killing had never been seen on the side of the immortal shores, for the inhabitants of Aman were ever-joyful and merry, and noble with the other one of their akin people,
Until the seed of malaise from within was given liberty to spread, and the fiery fury of the Smith could never by other minds have been halted, unless blood and terror were in the domain of the western Powers, in utter horror and tragedy which naught may mend.

Walküre:
A very Hobbit thing


Gandalf, your coming and going is always a fountain of joy for all who live in peace and solace within the green ends of the Shire, because much of the outer realms and events you know and tell, yet never you speak for scornful purposes or arrogance, being the Grey Wizard well accustomed to us and our fine manners of living.

Bilbo, may I these words to you tell, that seldom of visiting the homes and routes of your people I am not content, as this is in probable case a very Hobbit thing, that the voyager you welcome with warm jubilation and that the very traveller along the green paths of these villages the real meaning of happiness with simplicity may find.

Walküre:
The consolation of Stars


In fear and dread, the blessing of Stars you should not forget,
Ever-radiant, still and never flawed by whatever device fell forces may boast,
Evil clouds and steam cannot cover their sight for long,
And so it happens that light finds a way through and pierces the veil of illusion and great deception.

While Varda Snow-white all perceives and hearkens, even whispers, murmurs and feeble prayers.

Walküre:
What is to be of us?


What is to be of us? If we are to take the route of the open broad sea, for we are much keen on beholding what lies beyond such vast surface of water,
Curiosity guides us and moves the breeze that pull our ships towards destinations of which we have knowledge only in dreams.

That would be vain, gentle soul, even if your proposition from the best and wisest intent originated,
For the shape of the World has been made anew, at the end of the second era that for most is rare memory to collect, in the guise of a sphere across which it is not allowed to proceed.

Walküre:
The mood of a monarch


Diverse and many are the kinds of monarchs who the fates of the continent have in their royal hands, and it is always of great note that some traits are to be in the character of leadership and in a commander that only seeks to fulfil his tasks,
Because such is the nature of guidance, which at firm attitude and witty mind rejoices, whereas choleric temperament may lead the fortunes of a realm to mayhem and disaster, for efforts are wasted and the woeful act is often the choice of this sort of king, but weakness and mild idleness could turn out as negative in equal terms, in that minds suffer the control of a puppeteer who much enjoys illusion and snare, so much to cast madness into the heads that sit on thrones, to provoke sheer chaos and the general destiny ill-boding to make.

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