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Walküre:
Without end


The Elven kind is in utmost love for anything of the world, for they are of the world themselves and as long as Arda breathes, they shall breathe as well,
As long as Arda suffers, they shall suffer too,
As long as Arda rejoices at wellness, they shall get merry in same manner,
Their love no end has, nor border or limit which they are not to pass across, because the Elda of numerous talents he is endowed with.

Walküre:
My pupil


Princess of Kôr, you are to learn from my experience the colours of magic and its multiple hues, as it serves the purposes of the holy kind and of the Eldar that greatly desire its knowledge to avail their mission in the territories that, as you have said, lie yonder.

Hither-Lands, for much they are close to the shores of Aman, and in these woods you will be taught the secret of shielding what is deemed worthy of safeguard for you, as a treasure ought to be secured from menaces of ill sort, and, whether it is a realm bathing in light, a stronghold of hard stone or a castle in grand style, these treasures shall be veiled and hidden, impenetrable the wall and magical the nature, in order to keep the marred out and the decent well sound within.

Walküre:
An encircled jewel


A jewel in the ravine which hidden for the most stood,
Surrounded by the high peaks, ice and snow, as it seemed to be a much hostile place,
Yet hostile it was not, for the plain on the footsteps of such mountainous circle was what best and fertile in Beleriand one could have found, to make gold-hue wheat grow in the solitary peace of that uncommon shelter, or to establish the foundations of a realm that secluded from trouble it would remain,
And so the raising of the wonderful city had splendid beginning, guided by the fortunate fate and of a noble king the rule.

Walküre:
The pass of gleams


At the gates of Kôr of many towers lieth the entrance of the green Eldamar that the Elven kind elected its sole residence and true home, while the splendour of Valinórë is kept safe within the mighty walls which the Powers many long years ago decided to make concrete and real, having no breach or weak side of which we worried could be, apart from the opening of the centre, that to the Hill leadeth, and during the Noon the gleams of the grand Trees used to make a brief foray into the outer world, albeit the skies that were out being in perennial night and darkness, as eternal light was only among the ways of the holy domain.

Walküre:
The depleted lady


Her womb just gave of life the magnificent gift, a son for the lordship of the Noldor and of immense prowess too,
The child was destined to be character of tales and stories crystallised in memory and epic knowledge which the Eldar diligently save,
Thou with probable case knowest the kind of the new-born of the House of Finwë, prime and first,
Joy soon left space for grief, because the new Elf was a flame which never endeth or diminish, and the forces of his mother to the fullest it had demanded, being in need of energy to hail the world of the living and among his people be welcomed, causing the slow passing of Míriel Serindë, headed to the grey halls of Mandos, whilst her body still resteth in the gardens of Valinórë and by the ancillaries of the Valar is safeguarded.

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