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Walküre:
Title: The Birth of the Two Trees.



YAVANNA: ''Ye, bright Telperion and radiant Laurelin, shall now be given life. The mightiest wonder of all the deeds of the Powers. With my song I command you grow tall and loose from the burdens of Arda. The sole of thy kind that shall not wither nor suffer the decay of mortality.''

NIENNA: ''Be my tears and sorrow the nourishment of thy roots. Be the grief of the World thy strength and armour, so ye might be taught forgiveness and mercy.''

VARDA: ''And I shall gift Light to you, so that the fields of Valinórë may be blessed by an ever-lasting day, while night embraces the outer lands which lie far away from the Wall of Aman. Ye shall surpass in splendour even the fairest and oldest stars, that stand immortal across the cold sidereal depths of Eä: the white of eternity which fills the whole firmament.

The vast plains of this realm shall be bathing in joy and light for all the long years that still await us.''

Walküre:
Title: Unknown. This brief composition comprises scattered lyrics that would sometimes be heard among the Elves.


Three Rings, crafted under the starred sky
Fire, Water and Air an incredible power grant them
Their craftsman in them his whole art poured
And malice never touched them and they then endured.

Time stops its implacable path
An inviolable shield or hope which naught could extinguish
Bliss and beauty that shall not cease
A reflection of Eressëa that lies beyond the seas.

Walküre:
An Elven saying.


There we shall fain head
Where naught withers or wanes
The Powers undaunted, in their sunny domain
Spirits whom the One in grace had.

There we shall fain head
A fell force which slowly awakens
Let us hope the mortal World won't be forsaken
The Kings and Queens govern in its stead.

No menace shall ever reach those shores
Lest Arda only ruins from the shadows will have to defend.

Walküre:
Whispers from the First Age.


The tyrant dwells in an iron prison
Where many died in great agony

The Western Princes failed to end the tragedy
One must not enter there for any reason.

Walküre:
Title: The Two Angels

Topic: This is a poem based on an Elven tale clouded by the mystery of the Years of the Trees. Prior to the coming of the gallant Noldor, Beleriand was left in the darkness and they say something really exceptional took place during those perilous times. The Elves of the Woods (not the Sindar) talk about a mighty confrontation between two Angels, of which they had witnessed the course from afar, hidden in the vast forests of the eastern territories of Beleriand.


The Two Angels

A mighty clash throughout the vastness of the dark sky,
So much dreadful and violent, so that even Varda's Jewels faltered and for a moment went away from the sight,
Thunders and storms the wide blue marred and wounded, as Arda itself was being shattered utterly from the very foundations,
Heinous results of the indescribable fight,
Much we prayed and Manwë begged, for the mayhem to cease and for the Good to prevail in the end.

Tales say that the Demon a sacred border dared to violate,
His evil fire woods burned and many valiant Eldar slaughtered,
Yet an Angel was there to guard the realm and those people to rule,
A noble figure veiled in holy light, a so alien of a spectacle for these weary mortal shires,
The foe she vanquished and in majesty greatly triumphed.

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