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Sleep, my son
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
in dreams...
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
in dreams...
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
their dreams...
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Now dream...
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
all dreams...
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
in dreams...
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
in dreams...
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
their dreams...
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Now dream...
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
all dreams...
Literature
Namarie
Namárië to the skies of blue
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean
Gone is the time where we shall gaze
Upon a merry sight
For the fair folk who cared for this land
Are leaving in the night
‘I Aear cân ven na mar.’ they say
as tears roll down my face
The world is growing cold and dark
Without their care and grace
They journey to a brighter world
Where flowers never die
When the elves leave from this nurtured land
The howling winds shall cry
I wish I could go too with them
And see their haven realm
For never would I have to bear
A long bow, sword or helm
And
Literature
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon
(Warning for mild slash)
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
Literature
The Valar
Manwe, Lord of sky and air,
King of Eagles, tall and fair,
Ruler of the Valar royal,
To Iluvatar he remains loyal.
Elbereth resides with him,
Silver'd hair, tall and slim.
She is the Maker of the Star,
She hears all, near and far.
Wrapped in majesty and power,
Robed in earthly tree and flower,
Green her eyes and slim her girth,
Yavanna brought forth the forests in birth.
Aule wrought first the Dwarven folk
In secret, but Illuvatar spoke:
"'Tis not their time - they must keep,
And under mountain must they sleep."
Ulmo is the King of the Sea,
And mariners bow down to he.
His horns sound in the deeps and foam,
Calling Elven st
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I loved this when I saw it on ffnet, and still do. It feels like an authentic lullaby -- so much that I want to sing it when I read.
It is so very well done
It is so very well done