This snippet comes from the movie in the making Ancanar. Information can be found in The Library on Ancanar(dot)com. A bit of information from said Library:
"When a child is born, the bäl for that day becomes that child's 'rhythm' for the rest of his life, a pattern that he would meditate on moments before awakening, in times of stress, while walking alone in the woods, and just before going to sleep. It is tied directly to the heartbeat and is considered a centering device. Once one locks-in to his heartbeat and bäl, it is almost impossible to go astray."
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Gently the branches moved in the wind, as if the forest was sentient itself and needed to draw breath to stay alive. The murmur of a nearby stream added an air of tranquillity to the small woodland clearing where a large boulder dominated the sight. A clearing long used by the Council when important decisions needed to be made…a place of power where two energy lines of the world met.
Today, not the Council or the High Seat it advised needed guidance. One man occupied the glade, sitting next to the boulder. One man in need of guidance.
The slow beat of a drum, known to the Rammoth people as a taämlin, mixed with the forest sounds. A soothing rhythm that sometimes sped up, then slowed down, but always stayed the same. A unique rhythm, which could only be played by one person on their own taämlin. This was especially true in times of doubt when the guidance from the unseen was the greatest.
The man playing the taämlin was in need of such guidance. With the unstoppable sickness of his only blood relative and the pressure of the Rammoth people to take more interest in the Valley's politics, the man was at a crossroads in his life. On one side in finding a cure for his ailing father, on the other side by becoming the true heir of the Rammoth and taking up rule of his people.
The drumbeat interwove with the rhythm of the forest, as one, like the sounds had never been separate. In that moment, after hours of playing his taämlin, there was a moment of silence, true silence.
A moment where both sides were considered and one was found faulty.
The decision was made. Aided by his bäl he now knew what to do.
Ancanar opened his eyes with new determination ready to face the consequences of his decision. Standing up, he drew a protective cover over the taämlin then slung it on his back for the walk home. Already preparing for an even longer journey in his search for anything that might cure his father…