Alas! The choir of the holy ones trembles my heart. The
growth of life was created, Arda has awaked. Feel the
freshness of the forest, smell the dew on young leaves in the
morning. Hear the wind whispering between the oaks and
beeches, golden flowers and silver buds.
Lo! Listen to the salty waves of a deep blue sea as they
spread the water's secrets to those upon the shores. Behold
at the stars set by the Queen to guide the Eldar to their
safe home.
There, upon Túna, it stands. Tirion, a city of wanders, where
the Firstborn and the parents meet. There, upon Túna, the
light of the trees shone: the pale tenderness of Telperion,
the might of young Laurelin. There, upon Túna, the songs of
birds are heard on their way to Taniquetil, to join the
choirs of the Vanyar. The echoes of Aulë's anvils beam from
afar and mend with the music of the Noldor. The singing of
the Teleri accompanies the melody of the waves from the
harbor of Alqualondë.
Behold! Manwë Súlimo and Varda Elentári sit upon the peak of
the world. Together they complete each other, an eternal
bond, a royal love. In the deep caves Aulë works and crafts,
enriching and strengthening the foundations of the world.
Yavanna Kementári, mother of the forest, cares and nourishes
her children to grow in might.
Listen! Nahar's footsteps trod upon distance lands carrying
Oromë his lord. Nienna's calls drift in the wind, comforting
and raising hope against the sufferings of the world. Upon
open grasslands Nessa lightly dances in merry. From an
unknown location Tulkas's laughter arrives to cheer
everyone's heart.
Remember! Námo awaits with our brethren and holds their
memories awake. In his enchanted gardens Irmo guides our
memories at night. Vairë in her halls weave all events and
tales in the world so they'd never stray out of our
conscience.
Feel! The life laid in the deeps of Ulmo's seas, rivers and
springs. The healing refreshment spread by Estë even in the
shortest rest. The juvenile joy of the flowers and birds once
Vána the Ever-Young is near.
Together they guide the world – to evolve, to enrich, to
live! With the aid of Eonwë and Ilmarë, Ossë and Uinen,
Tilion and Arien, Salmar, Olorin and the other Maiar, their
kin. Together they created a home for the Holy One's children
- the Quendi and the Atani. Together with animals and trees
they live, birds and bushes they joy with, butterflies and
flowers they adore.
Hearken! Neither danger nor peril would cease the life in the
world. No prison shall be locked forever. All fires and
angers eventually fade. Do not fall to misery by dark lies,
for all darkness disappears in the presence of light. The
discord fades when the melody is strong. The fierce ice turns
into gentle snow. Traps are arbitrary, pain is temporary.
Only the Secret Fire is Eternal.
Show your might against those who wish your diminish. Reveal
the power you have to endure. Evade the hungry sword or
spear. Love and Beauty will prevail. Even in the darkest
chamber do not loose your hope. The smallest smile can
destroy the greatest scheme. Don't give up. Don't Surrender.
The power within you is endless like the soft morning wind.
Think of your home, your family, your kin. Think of your
wishes and dreams. Think of magical twilight on the coast,
seagulls flying above, gentle breeze. Think of secret caves,
inhabited by flickering gems and old wisdom. Think of deer in
the meadow and of eagles upon high peaks. Think of white
clouds upon bright skies in the spring. Think of pale light
streaming through the branches. Think of the music...
And Finrod fell before the throne
growth of life was created, Arda has awaked. Feel the
freshness of the forest, smell the dew on young leaves in the
morning. Hear the wind whispering between the oaks and
beeches, golden flowers and silver buds.
Lo! Listen to the salty waves of a deep blue sea as they
spread the water's secrets to those upon the shores. Behold
at the stars set by the Queen to guide the Eldar to their
safe home.
There, upon Túna, it stands. Tirion, a city of wanders, where
the Firstborn and the parents meet. There, upon Túna, the
light of the trees shone: the pale tenderness of Telperion,
the might of young Laurelin. There, upon Túna, the songs of
birds are heard on their way to Taniquetil, to join the
choirs of the Vanyar. The echoes of Aulë's anvils beam from
afar and mend with the music of the Noldor. The singing of
the Teleri accompanies the melody of the waves from the
harbor of Alqualondë.
Behold! Manwë Súlimo and Varda Elentári sit upon the peak of
the world. Together they complete each other, an eternal
bond, a royal love. In the deep caves Aulë works and crafts,
enriching and strengthening the foundations of the world.
Yavanna Kementári, mother of the forest, cares and nourishes
her children to grow in might.
Listen! Nahar's footsteps trod upon distance lands carrying
Oromë his lord. Nienna's calls drift in the wind, comforting
and raising hope against the sufferings of the world. Upon
open grasslands Nessa lightly dances in merry. From an
unknown location Tulkas's laughter arrives to cheer
everyone's heart.
Remember! Námo awaits with our brethren and holds their
memories awake. In his enchanted gardens Irmo guides our
memories at night. Vairë in her halls weave all events and
tales in the world so they'd never stray out of our
conscience.
Feel! The life laid in the deeps of Ulmo's seas, rivers and
springs. The healing refreshment spread by Estë even in the
shortest rest. The juvenile joy of the flowers and birds once
Vána the Ever-Young is near.
Together they guide the world – to evolve, to enrich, to
live! With the aid of Eonwë and Ilmarë, Ossë and Uinen,
Tilion and Arien, Salmar, Olorin and the other Maiar, their
kin. Together they created a home for the Holy One's children
- the Quendi and the Atani. Together with animals and trees
they live, birds and bushes they joy with, butterflies and
flowers they adore.
Hearken! Neither danger nor peril would cease the life in the
world. No prison shall be locked forever. All fires and
angers eventually fade. Do not fall to misery by dark lies,
for all darkness disappears in the presence of light. The
discord fades when the melody is strong. The fierce ice turns
into gentle snow. Traps are arbitrary, pain is temporary.
Only the Secret Fire is Eternal.
Show your might against those who wish your diminish. Reveal
the power you have to endure. Evade the hungry sword or
spear. Love and Beauty will prevail. Even in the darkest
chamber do not loose your hope. The smallest smile can
destroy the greatest scheme. Don't give up. Don't Surrender.
The power within you is endless like the soft morning wind.
Think of your home, your family, your kin. Think of your
wishes and dreams. Think of magical twilight on the coast,
seagulls flying above, gentle breeze. Think of secret caves,
inhabited by flickering gems and old wisdom. Think of deer in
the meadow and of eagles upon high peaks. Think of white
clouds upon bright skies in the spring. Think of pale light
streaming through the branches. Think of the music...
And Finrod fell before the throne