Dance of the Twilight
(This happened at the first age in Nan Tathren… about a musician's love for the daughter of the vassal of the moon, Tilion and Ithilien or StarMoon… it is a story of immortal love between man and Maia.)
In the deeps of the Sylvan trees,
When all was dark and still,
He built a fire under the great trees
And played on the flute a trill.
The trill was sweet and smooth
Loud it went and soft again
Deafening the woodland calls
And the sighs of the cold wind.
He was waiting for his loved one
Elwen, star maiden the fair.
Daughter of the great Night Sun
And under the white Moon's care.
The trill was for Ithilden
For her to sing and dance to
It spoke of stars and the dark forest
And the black sky up above it.
He waited; he waited for his Tindomerel dear
Under the silver boughs of the great white tree
The animals listened, the seas wailed
Hearing the sad song of longing for Tindomerel dear
But Lo! Beyond the west of River Sirion, lights appear!
And songs so lovely, so beautiful to hear.
And swift, the brightest light hath land
On the eastern banks of lake Aman.
Awe struck he was yet he continued to play
The song of fair Ithilden, the twilight mayd
And lo behold the bright star that stand
On the eastern banks of River Sirion, Elwen StarMoon!
She danced along the meadows
And the sky and land stars blossomed
She sang beside the rivers
And all listened to her song
It was a song of the elder days
A lay about the once young world
And there he saw before his eyes
The great wisdom behind her eyes
Her hair was long and raven colored
It rested on her shoulder
And on her pretty head there was a circlet
Made from mithril and the great white jewel
Her eyes were deep and grey
It beheld the evening light
It mirrored her love for lore and song
And everything beautiful in sight
Her face was pale and white
But her cheeks were a slightly red
As for her lips so full and nice
Like the words she often said
Her raiment was silver blue
Her body willow figured
Her skin was white and soft and smooth
Striking beyond belief
She continued her merry dance
Her feet so nimble and quick
And everywhere she went flow'rs grew
And they followed her lead
He witnessed what man did not see
Between twilight and dusk in the woods
The fair Elwen, immortal beauty
Daughter of Twilight and the Good
She danced, she sang, she skipped, she ran
And the forest was alive again
Her voice, the sweetest one there is
Sang of immortal love
She sang a song of old
Of men and elves renowned
A tale of Beren Erchamion
And Luthien Tinuviel, daughter of Thingol Greycloak
In his thoughts he was so pleased
And he was excited indeed
For how many long nights have he endured
To see her dance among the reeds!
But then an ever frightful thought
Had crept inside his head
That he shall never see her again
Until he sleeps on his deathbed
After the cheerful dance
The woodlanders went back to slumber
And Elwen crept beside her beloved
And they slept, her face not somber
Then Arien rode on her golden steed
And all was morn again
And both the lovers gave heed
To the chariot of maiden Arien
They said goodbye and off she went,
Carried by Manwë's breeze
To Valinor, the Blessed Realm,
Where no man lived as they pleased
But the jealous suitor spied on Elwen
And saw her with the musician
And his jealousy grew along with his anger
And reported back to Tilion
Thus Tilion was bewildered
Of hearing the outlandish news
And he ordered audience with his daughter
And barred her from her beloved
So she obeyed and spoke not a word
But fled to Mandos' Halls
Where Nienna, mourning Valier dwelt
To share with Mourning her troubles and falls
While Ithilden was away with Nienna
The musician sang out his lament
And all the beast, and woods, and winds
Listened to his sorrows
His song was loud and clear
And bittersweet to the ears
For the musician hardly made
A song that was with tears
Then Arda was moved to pity
After hearing his sorrow
And so they sang with sympathy
And wept with copious woe
So they offered their greatest help
To lovers doomed in heart
They bade them use the dove and owl
For contacting each other
Great were their thanks to them
Yet they still had lot to offer
The great wind agreed to be
The vassal of the songs they sang for the other
For many years, hurt lessened
Between the star-crossed lovers
Though many recovered from the wounds
The doomed still sought each other
Four and fifty years have passed
And all was now elapsed
But the two still recall their warmest summer
And of their coldest winter
Another twenty years have passed
Yet Elwen was still young
But the musician, old, was nearing death
Yet his memories were still young
Three years later he passed away
To worlds far and unheard of
And so his friends, the woods and beast
Told Elwen what hath surpassed.
The elves of Nan Tathren
Fashioned a beautiful boat
'Twas made from white and gold wood
and it's sails were made of the finest silk
And so they heaved his body on this boat
For Ulmo to carry off
To the great sea that was far south
Of which the musician love and often sang off
And Elwen wept and sang a song
The saddest one she wrought
For she still missed her musician dear
And off she ran to Manwë
There she spoke of her lament
And begged them to consider
To bring him back to Nan Tathren
To live under her watch forever
The court was silent after her speech
Taking council in their minds
But at last The Greatest Vala spoke
And his voice was soft and solemn
'Tis not our right to change Eru's design
For it is he who hath made man
And it is he who gave them the gift of death
For it is just as he planned'
Then Elwen stared among their eyes
And spoke not a whisper
For she believed that this was just
Yet mourning was still astir
But Manwë knew what lieth behind
Her placid, temperate eyes
And off she ran from the Blessed Realm
Estranging herself from them till her demise
She fled back to Nan Tathren
To where she first beheld him
And there beside great Sirions's mouth
She sobbed and sobbed on it's western shore
Her tears flooded down her cheeks
And gathered in the foamy waters
And turned them sweet as the tears continued to leak
And her cries they didn't falter
The next day Ithilien flew down to Nan Tathren
There she sought for her daughter dear
And inquired the woodland where she was
But they never saw Tindomerel beloved
They sought and sought for Tindomerel dear
Yet she wasn't found
They continued their grueling search
But still she wasn't around
Then it was already sunset
But nobody here she met
Until the party came at last
To Sirion's great mouth
There they saw Lady Uinen
Spouse of mighty Ősse
Here they saw her weep and cry
And asked her what passed and why
She confessed of conversing with Elwen
The starry night before she vanished
She heard of Elwen's heartrending tale
And she was move to mercy
'She asked me to aid her
to help her in her quest
To find her lost adored
Until he is found, she will not rest'
'I told you once before
I was very moved to pity
Seeing her lament all night
About her darling somewhere down the sea'
'So then I lent her my help
and she threw herself on me
I pleaded to Ősse to be gentle to her
And lead her safely to him, the beloved'
'But then I also weep
for lending her my aid, I lead her to her death
but she was already lost
and Ulmo wouldn't reveal where he hath leaded her.'
And Uinen continued to cry
And along with her the others did
But Ithilien did not tarry, she flew
She flew west to her spouse, the moon
There she repeated what she heard
And she broke down into tears
And Tilion with her
And they flew to Mandos' Halls
They pleaded to see their daughter
Celeb-Ithil, docile heart
But Mandos shooked his head
And bade them to depart
Bewildered were they to hear his words
And both wondered why
Mandos told them she didn't abode here
And he heaved a wistful sigh
He told them of her choice
To count her part of mortal men
So she can ever hear his voice
And be forever with him
And Eru granted her wish
And now she was lost
Forever her body sank in sea
Soul lost, distant from the blessed shore
So silent were the two
And heartbroken indeed
But like all things good, respected Eru's decree
And continued there lives less happily
Yet by the by the Sirion, passing Nan Tathren
Whenever it was silent and still
And whenever the stars were hiding
Then the greatest light could be seen shining
The light came from the west, some said
And it always landed upon the eastern shore
Then people will hear the joyful songs of the flute
And the light will dance to it, and people close to it will mourn no more
