I Hae Ethuil Aduial
(A Distant Spring Twilight)
Prologue: Vinya Cirith
When I was young, I used to dream all the time, but now as I grow older, the dreams have seemed to pass. But I remember one in particular, one that happened more than once. I strangely feel attached to it, as if it were a part of me. I do not quite understand it, but I feel as though this dream is a memory of a distant life, of a time since passed, of a place I used to call home…
It begins in a fair place, in a land where time seems suspended. I am walking along a path in the woods, but the woods are not quite as we view them. They leaves aren't green, red, or brown, and the bark it isn't reddish, grey, or even chestnut. No, in these woods, the leaves are golden, and the bark on the strange trees is a silver-grey. They seem to whisper as I walk by, gossiping about an unknown wanderer. Then comes a rushing wind, not so much terrible and cold, but warm and welcoming. As I turn round a bend in the path, an unfamiliar bright light blinds me. It seems to envelop me in a strong glow. Then I hear strange words, faint at first, but then louder and louder they grow, Thalion Aldaron, tier certhas ve met, rín le, met dim mel. I fall to the ground in awe, and upon me comes a lady clad in white, tall and fair. Her beauty I cannot describe, for no words in my vocabulary can describe her. It is as though she is spring itself, fair and young, yet on the inside, a well of wisdom and age lies in her eyes. She kisses me, a warm, reassuring kiss, and I wake up. I return to the harsh reality to the contrasting joyful place, where I just have came. What does it mean? Only time will tell…
(A Distant Spring Twilight)
Prologue: Vinya Cirith
When I was young, I used to dream all the time, but now as I grow older, the dreams have seemed to pass. But I remember one in particular, one that happened more than once. I strangely feel attached to it, as if it were a part of me. I do not quite understand it, but I feel as though this dream is a memory of a distant life, of a time since passed, of a place I used to call home…
It begins in a fair place, in a land where time seems suspended. I am walking along a path in the woods, but the woods are not quite as we view them. They leaves aren't green, red, or brown, and the bark it isn't reddish, grey, or even chestnut. No, in these woods, the leaves are golden, and the bark on the strange trees is a silver-grey. They seem to whisper as I walk by, gossiping about an unknown wanderer. Then comes a rushing wind, not so much terrible and cold, but warm and welcoming. As I turn round a bend in the path, an unfamiliar bright light blinds me. It seems to envelop me in a strong glow. Then I hear strange words, faint at first, but then louder and louder they grow, Thalion Aldaron, tier certhas ve met, rín le, met dim mel. I fall to the ground in awe, and upon me comes a lady clad in white, tall and fair. Her beauty I cannot describe, for no words in my vocabulary can describe her. It is as though she is spring itself, fair and young, yet on the inside, a well of wisdom and age lies in her eyes. She kisses me, a warm, reassuring kiss, and I wake up. I return to the harsh reality to the contrasting joyful place, where I just have came. What does it mean? Only time will tell…