Sonfic - Newgrange by Celtic Women
The wind blows her dark hair around her face, her eyes are wild and fey, yet beautiful. Her body is like a young willow, swaying in the breeze as she dances. Her dress is silver, as silver as the stars that shine above her. Her feet are bare, as are all the other dancer's feet. Her skin is pale, glowing with the soft light of the moon that filtered through the leaves of the trees above the maidens.
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
She dances in a ring of tall, grey stones along with other maidens, each fair and graceful as the heroic kings and queens of old. In the ethereal forest, the moonlight and starlight shines upon them as they dance. They are the Quendi, the forgotten race of beauty, grace and courage. They dance for their kin who have sailed. Then they raise their voices to sing an ancient melody of sorrow and hope. They sing of things to come and things that have passed.
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo
Occasions such as these are few and far between, when the stars, forest and feä come together in the glorious harmony of song. How long will this race last? How long will they live in our world? Only the Valar know. Only time will tell. But for now they dance. They dance. They dance.
Rum de rum 'rud a derimo…
So...this is about elves (Quendi = Elf). Why? "Elves are cool, man" -Orlando Bloom