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Walküre:
You are a good lad, don't you ever forget


You are a good lad, don't you ever forget. In times of cold winters and much toil for harsh weather or daunting endeavour, you ought to know that you will make it through and find the just way. Because you are buoyant and confident, profoundly in yourself, yet humble and merciful towards those who are granted this merit. Aye, being capable of mercy is really the most magnificent gift of all. Of this I am sure. And I know that piety is to push the limits of your heart very far, embracing good souls and the true spirit of a decent existence. While resilient you will definitely grow, for strength and endurance always are the welcome fruit of valour and honour of your kindred sort. Hearken to me, then, for never will the Evil have you in its malicious hands. Adamant temper is not to be broken so lightly and the will of a pure heart shall make the most terrible of the adversaries. Aye, this I think and rest with. No other words I need tell, for the listener will make wise use of this talk of mine. Never vain, I hope in faithful confidence.

You're good, Frodo, don't you ever forget!

Walküre:
Tomb in the chasm


Eerie as naught in the shires under the Sun and gleaming Moon,
Galleries of antique glory and broad halls carved into the stone, fine dwelling and grand room,
Alas, they are infested by evil residents and thick malice, while the erstwhile dwellers lie now lifeless in their forsaken tomb, in which grand contest is to befall soon,
Abyss of void, hopeless and still, this is how the mines of Moria appear, grievous graves of desolation and sombre in their gloom.

Walküre:
Time for renown and honour


Myself I shall prove worthy and just,
At the gates of peril which all makes chill, resist we only must,
Unto the end of tales and the ending of this earth, burdened by grief and turned into dust,
Our memory, the memory of our splendid deeds, is to last against all odds and never to rust.

Walküre:
Lady of Peaks


Over peaks which mists cloud and veil,
Above, one gazes at the broad skies, your wide reign,
We behold the splendour of your ancient labouring in times not known or seen,
Labours that gave endurance to whom dwelt below, in the lands of sorrow and despair.

The pleading one invokes you and praises anytime your wonderful Stars,
Aid he wishes for and resilience to face a foreboding fate which no pause or rest seems to grant,
It is in the moment of fear that we must turn your blessing into ardent passion and just will to fight back,
You, who sits beside the Ancient King of these halls under the sidereal ways of Eä, in your crystalline palace atop the Prime Peak, where all is heard and seen, be it heart-striking laments or the most secretive murmurs and sighs.

Walküre:
Who art thou, maiden of brightness?


''Who art thou, maiden of brightness? Never have I beheld such prodigy in the shires of this dark world, made lit by the Stars of the firmament, dearest to us and eternal fountain of hope.''

''I am Melyanna of Valinórë, of the People of Estë, mighty lady and joyful queen of mine. And thou knowest well my kind, lord of the Eldar, whose splendour thou hast admired once, as ambassador of goodwill at the behest of thy blessed race.''

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