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Walküre:
Let me go, I beg


It is just time for us to part,
My love, you shall have your valley in sound government still,
Centuries are yet to pass, innumerable nights and cold winters from which your temple will not suffer,
May you enjoy merry time with our children of hope,
I shall not partake in such a bliss,
Not in the bliss of the decaying realm of this world,
World that tested me and proved unbearable burden to withstand,
My soul is broken and marred, alas,
Naught of your knowledge might help me recover,
I bid farewell to Arda, then, aboard a ship in the guise of a swan.

Give a kiss to them and shelter our kin behind secure ends, for much they have to give and they too are to share the quest which this era is to close.

Walküre:
Light as the vessels journeying the waves



--- Zitat ---Take the blade of the Foam-riders with thee, Grey Wizard. It is silver, light as our vessels that voyage beyond the blue, yet dreadful token for whom dareth hinder the will of the Western Lords. Thou shalt bear it, along thy hazardous journeys and whither thy mission is to lead thee, until thy hand shall wield a mightier craft, made by grievous exiled and borne by a king dwelling in legend.
--- Ende Zitat ---


This piece is part of a more elaborate proposal of the forum, of which this passage explores the fictional lore and founds those premises that are needed for the economy of the very story: not only is Gandalf gifted the Ring of Fire by Círdan, but the Guardian of the Havens bestowed a mighty blade upon the wizard; item which, as the old Elf had foreseen, is to serve the Istar's cause greatly, until Gandalf is led to discover another blade from the forgotten places of the world. A sword that lies abandoned and forsaken, albeit it being blessed by the legend of a heroic past.

A clarification on the title given to the Teleri ('Foam-riders') is necessary: it is a word from Tolkien himself and just tells the reader how the Elven kind, to whom the sea is dearest, boasts unsurpassed skills in naval craft and sea voyages.

Walküre:
Song raised roots, tears watered and light thou gavest


Silence fell on all, within the Immaculate Reign,
The Archangels stood quiet and fain,
Imperishable lands could not suffer such feeble radiance, far and merest,
Song raised roots, thus, tears watered them and light eventually thou gavest.

Walküre:
Its hold on the land is still firm


Woes to us, in case the kingdom should give in,
Renowned stables, now decayed and left haunted by a wailing being,
Consolation we do not dispose of, lone and trapped,
An enemy moves war, unseen and unbeknownst, disguised and in mystery wrapped.

Disguised as a crow of ruin, bearer of ill words that stir trouble,
He summons more foes to his court, dwellers of huts, not used to stone nor marble,
May aid come and arrive soon, while the adversary makes weapons out of raw ore,
A demon has taken the mind of the king, in the hour of hazard, as its hold is still firm and chains our lore.

Walküre:
Do not, for it will bring ruin


Do not ever try to bend the Ring to wicked purpose,
My gentle Hobbit, only the ill-spirited desires the chaining of others,
If trained and moved by will, one could be doom for the other bearers and undo their magic,
Do not, for it will bring ruin and much desolation.

Desolation we do not want, any longer,
This weary world has greatly suffered and lain in sorrow,
None but the humble shall undertake the task,
Evil forces loathe the common wisdom of simple souls, never bound or in a cage trapped.

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