Aurost er Loome (Dawn till Dusk)
By: The Mad Writer
Disclaimer: I only own Laurelothwen who will acquire a lot of names throughout the story b/c that's what elves do. :P And I own her daughter. Basically everybody else belongs to Tolkien.
Memories
I sat in a booth in the Starbucks staring at my coffee cup. It was amazing how the Second born had come so far. Far enough to waste time on ridiculous things like "specialty coffee."
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
I can here them. I always can. Sometimes it's stronger like now. And other times it's barely a whisper. They sing for me. The Vanyar in the air, the Noldor in the earth, the Teleri in the water, the Silvan in the trees. But why should I heed them? I am so bound to this world that even the last of our people could not convince me to return.
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
Here our song and return to us!
Make us one people again!
Their song is strong today. Stronger than usual. Was today an anniversary of something? I could not remember. But everything else. Yes, that I can remember. Could it all have begun so long ago? Yes it was. So many ages. Ages of the Stars, Ages of the Trees, and Ages of the Sun have all passed since we awoke. As I stare at the black liquid in my cup it all come back to me. I, who am truly an elf, yet live under the disguise of a woman. My memories of all that has come to pass seem to come rushing back to me...
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
Here our song and return to us!
Make us one people again!
You who is Quendi!
We sing for your return!
Come home to Valinor!
Make us one people again!
Tar-Quendi! Komli! Valwen!
Nenalquawen! Curuwen!
Laurelothwen! Rilorn!
Niiiryende!
By: The Mad Writer
Disclaimer: I only own Laurelothwen who will acquire a lot of names throughout the story b/c that's what elves do. :P And I own her daughter. Basically everybody else belongs to Tolkien.
Memories
I sat in a booth in the Starbucks staring at my coffee cup. It was amazing how the Second born had come so far. Far enough to waste time on ridiculous things like "specialty coffee."
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
I can here them. I always can. Sometimes it's stronger like now. And other times it's barely a whisper. They sing for me. The Vanyar in the air, the Noldor in the earth, the Teleri in the water, the Silvan in the trees. But why should I heed them? I am so bound to this world that even the last of our people could not convince me to return.
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
Here our song and return to us!
Make us one people again!
Their song is strong today. Stronger than usual. Was today an anniversary of something? I could not remember. But everything else. Yes, that I can remember. Could it all have begun so long ago? Yes it was. So many ages. Ages of the Stars, Ages of the Trees, and Ages of the Sun have all passed since we awoke. As I stare at the black liquid in my cup it all come back to me. I, who am truly an elf, yet live under the disguise of a woman. My memories of all that has come to pass seem to come rushing back to me...
Return oh queen!
We wait for you!
Here our song and return to us!
Make us one people again!
You who is Quendi!
We sing for your return!
Come home to Valinor!
Make us one people again!
Tar-Quendi! Komli! Valwen!
Nenalquawen! Curuwen!
Laurelothwen! Rilorn!
Niiiryende!
