Author's note : I know the structure's a little strange, but that's on purpose. And I know I've repeated a part twice, but there are some changes, so you can read it twice. And I know it's too long. Sorry. Beg your pardon.
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The gull's cry
By Le Chat Noir
There was a girl elven
In the Ocean's arms
Dwelling in Swan's Haven
Little princess of charms
Her hair more golden
Than Trees of Light themselves
From the waters risen
Princess of sailor elves
Her laugh more crystal
Than Telperion silver
For today and morrow
Lady of Foam Runner
Were three brothers of hers
She held dear to her heart
But most of all she loved
Forever and only
The Sea
Oh I remember
The white sand, the polished pebbles
Under my feet
The wind on my face
In my hair
Whispering in my ears
The salty water
Up to my shoulders
The marine air
In my nostrils
The seaweed's odour
Entrancing
The ships' high sails
Of silver glittering
And the gull's cry
The gull's cry
Far far away
Letting go
The ebb and flow
Calling my name
Eärwen !
Daughter of Alqualondë
There was a maid elven
In the Ocean's arms
Dwelling in Swan's Haven
Young princess of the Charms
Her hair more golden
Than Trees of Light themselves
From the waters risen
Princess of sailor elves
Her laugh more crystal
Than Telperion silver
Maybe no more morrow
Lady of Foam Runner
Were three brothers of hers
She held dear to her heart
But then she wasn't sure
If she loved the Sea most
Anymore
Oh I remember
The son of Finwë
A friend of my kin's
Had his place in Tirion
Tirion the elven
And in the King's tower
Youngest of two brothers
On Bellagaer's shore
Asked for my hand
But the Sea
The Sea
Had my heart already
The weight of a ring
On my finger
The Light on the waters
Thousand gleams piercing my eyes
And the gull's cry lonelier than ever
But that day
That day in the Ocean's arms
My face under the waves
A mother's kiss upon my forehead
I said to her farewell
Salty tears lost to the salty stretch
Letting go
But ebb and flow
Called my name still
Eärwen !
Daughter of Alqualondë
There was a bride elven
In Tirion the White
With her hair as golden
As Laurelin the Bright
Dark blue her raiment was
As Elbereth had sown
The hundred silver stars
On her light silken gown
Finarfin her hand held
To the throne of Manwë
But her heart from there fled
Towards Alqualondë
Her grey eyes were too bright
Not to be full of tears
And her smile haunted
By lips of another
The Ocean
Oh I remember
The beauties I saw not
The music I heard not
The dream I could not dream
My heart that beat
But I had made my choice
Between the two I loved
And under the high walls
Of Noldorin palace
A child came to life
A child of golden hair
And skin pale
Opened his eyes to meet
Those of his mother
The grey eyes that held
Visions of another land
A faraway land where the gulls cried
And his eyelashes
Unshut to reveal
The moody blue of stormy sea
The shade of foam and depths
But far away
The ebb and flow
Still called my name
Eärwen !
Daughter of Alqualondë
There was a mourning queen
In the High King's tower
Looking with her eye keen
For a lost light shimmer
Both her loves lost to her
And her children were gone
Cut to wick her fire
She had saved from the foam
Tirion die shall not
Not in this sombre day
For the Burning Soul's fault
Our people shall not pay
A penitent came back
From far Alqualondë
And his pardon did seek
Finarfin had returned
But lone
Oh she remembers
That half-life of Tirion
Dead was the golden age
Rumours of East
And woeful news each time
The Eagles swept down
From the wild skies
And each day
Each day from the highest window
Of the Tower
She learnt of the death of her sons
From that morning after Tumhalad
On
Where the last one fell
Every day
Past and gone
Oh I remember
The white sand, the polished pebbles
Under my feet
The wind on my face
In my hair
Whispering in my ears
The salty water
Up to my shoulders
The marine air
In my nostrils
The seaweed's odour
Entrancing
The ships' high sails
Of silver glittering
But as long as the gulls will cry
Even to deafened ears
There will be hope
For them; for I
Letting go
And ebb and flow
Call out my name
On distant shore
Where roams no more
Eärwen !
Daughter of Alqualondë