Chapter Three - Fight for Freedom
Many years passed and Envinyatalis had grown weary of wandering through the woods and the region of Arnor alone. He knew in his heart that it was time to join the Elves of Rivendell. After two months of travel and countless encounters with Orcs, he made it safely to Rivendell. As he crossed the border at the River Bruinen, Erestor, one of Lord Elrond's advisors, greeted him. Erestor brought Envinyatalis into the heart of Rivendell, to the House of Elrond. Rivendell seemed to be at the height of its splendor.
It was in the days of Tuilë, which is early spring by the reckoning of Men that Envinyatalis came to Rivendell. The flowers were blooming fresh upon the ground. The scent of lilies and honeysuckle hung in the air. The white flowers of the simblemynë, the Evermind, covered the ground in honor of those who perished at the Seize of Barad-dur. The blood-red seregon grew upon Amon Rîn, the Hill of Remembrance. It was here that Men of great honor who had lived in Rivendell were buried. The Yavannamirë was just beginning to bear its scarlet fruit.
As they turned into the valley towards the House of Elrond, Envinyatalis saw the source of the Bruinen, the Falls of the Misty Mountians. They traversed down the vale and flowed through the Valley of Imladris, the Elven name for Rivendell. Envinyatalis wondered in his heart at the majesty of this place. Erestor, reading his thoughts, answered, "There are places more marvelous than this Envinyatalis. Some are removed from the world and shall remain only through song. The trees here are just a reminder of that which we shall never see." He pointed to the Yavannamirë, "This tree was a gift from the Elves of Eressëa to the Men of Andor, the Land of the Gift, which is also called Númenor. It was then given to Lord Elrond by Elendil who fought along side Gil-galad, who was your mother's kinsman.
At that, his heart was saddened. He grieved the loss of Númenor, the Downfallen, and the sundering of Elvenhome from the world. "Why does evil mar that which is good?" Envinyatalis said without realizing that he had spoken aloud. "It is the way of things now," said Erestor, "while evil remains. The Dark Power is rising again in the East and many battles have been fought because of his lies." Envinyatalis saw that his destiny was tied to fates of those before him. "All the fates of the Elves are bound to Arda, as we awoke one with Arda. Ilùvatar has part for all to play, but it is up to us whether we will follow after Him or depart and choose the path of evil," answered Erestor.
The words of his grandfather and the words from the dream came back to him, "Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." But what is that path? These words haunted him since the very first time that they were spoken to him. "Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." How can I stay true if I do not know what the way is? These questions lingered on his mind. "The matter is in the heart," said Erestor, reading his thoughts, "not in the mind. If your heart is true, then your path will be straight. But if you heart is weak, then you will falter. But hope is not lost while one remains, for there is still a chance for redemption."
After much walking in silence, Erestor paused and directed Envinyatalis' eyes upward. They were approaching the House of Elrond. The banner of Rivendell flew in the wind, greeting him with warm reminders of being home. Next to the Banner of the House of Elrond was the Banner of Lothlòrien, for the two houses were joined when Elrond wedded Celebrían, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. Envinyatalis gazed upon the house in silence, but soon Erestor spoke, saying "Come, let us go in, for I am expected of the Lord shortly." They made their way slowly up the side of the vale to enter the gate of the House. The gate was wrought of stone, deeply engraved with Elven runes and set with beryl. Erestor spoke and the guards opened the gate revealing the Great Court, where the Council met.
******
Envinyatalis found Imladris more splendid than he ever imagined. The months drew on, the spring ended and the days were growing short as winter was soon coming. In the days of Hrívë, which are the months of winter in the reckoning of Men, that Envinyatalis made request to join with the Scouts of Rivendell. He received a horse named Gil'aglar, the foal of Boronwë the Steadfast. Gil'aglar was silver in color with a flowing white mane and tail. He petitioned Lord Elrond that he might be joined with Glorfindel in his travels. Envinyatalis prepared for travel during Hrívë and in Coirë he set out with Glorfindel to the Realm of Arnor.
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In the reign of Malvegil, evil came to the Kingdom of Arthedain in the Realm of Arnor. For the Witch King took up his place in Angmar, in the Northern most reaches of the Misty Mountians. Orcs multiplied in those days and other evils grew in the land. In the days of Argeleb I, the son of Malvegil, the Witch King assailed Arthedain relentlessly. Argeleb I tried to reunite Cardolan and Rhudaur with Arthedain in hopes of driving out the Witch King. But all hopes failed. The land of Rhudaur had joined in secret with Angmar.
Argeleb was slain in battle against Rhudaur and Angmar at the watchtower of Amon Sûl. But Arveleg, the son of Argeleb, came with aid from Cardolan and Cirdan of Lindon drove back the enemies from the hills. But this peace was not long lasting.
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Envinyatalis returned to Imladris after twenty years in Arthedain. When he returned, he took to wife Lumbulëwen, the daughter of Erestor. Lumbulëwen soon bore a son to Envinyatalis. He was named Berentûr, bold and powerful. Berentûr grew wise and kind-hearted.
Envinyatalis grew restless; a lust for battle was creeping into his heart. He soon set out again for Arthedain. Trouble was again brewing in the realm. Argeleb was slain in battle at Amon Sûl and the watchtower was taken. Angmar captured and ravaged Rhudaur and Cardolan and the last King in the line of Isildur died. The surviving kin fled to the Barrow Downs and into the forest of the west.
Argeleb's young son, Araphor, was under attack in Fornost, but he held strong against his foes. Help soon came from Cirdan of Lindon and Elrond brought a host from Lòrien and Imladris. Envinyatalis fought bravely beside Cirdan, yet his heart began to grow cold. The lust of battle grew stronger within him. Neither the fear pain nor death mattered to him. The battle carried on for many days, but the enemy was repelled from Fornost and the North Downs. They were driven back to the River Hoarwell and for a time, Angmar was subdued.
Envinyatalis returned to Imladris after the battle. Berentûr was strong, like his father, yet his heart was soft. His mother desired that he might sail West with her to Valinor, yet he would not, he could not. His heart told him that there was something that he must do before he left Middle Earth. He prepared to join his father in guarding the Realm of Arnor. Lumbulëwen waited, for she was not ready to leave her son.
During the reign of Argeleb II, evil returned to Arnor. The plague came into Eriador from the Southeast and the lands of Arthedain and Cardolan suffered. The remaining people in Cardolan suffered greatly and most of the people perished. Angmar saw this as their advantage and sent evil spirits to take possession of the Barrow-downs. Some remnants of the Dùnedain, the people of the line of Isildur, came to Rivendell to seek shelter and aide.
Berentûr joined himself with the Dùnedain of the North and scouted the lands. He was eager and able-bodied in war, yet his love was for learning and lore. Envinyatalis and Lumbulëwen brought forth another child, a daughter named Elwen. He loved this child deeply and Lumbulëwen saw that his heart was turning pure again. Envinyatalis decided that he would like to return to Lindon for a time to see his kin. Lumbulëwen felt a shadow grow in her heart when she heard him speak of returning.
They set out in the days of Tuilë and Berentûr bade them farewell. While in the North Downs, they were attacked by a band of Orcs. Envinyatalis fought hard to defend them, but there were more than he could handle alone. Lumbulëwen took up a sword to defend her child against the Orcs, but she was defeated. She took up Elwen in her arms to protect her from the attack. Envinyatalis stood by her side, slashing and cutting, hoping beyond hope that they would live. Lumbulëwen was shot through with an arrow. She lay covering Elwen as best as she could with her body.
Envinyatalis watched as his love slowly died, but he could not do anything. There were too many Orcs surrounding him. He tried to fight them off, but there were more coming. The moment of defeat came, he saw Elwen taken from her mother's arms. He tried to pursue, but he failed. There before him was his daughter, lying on the ground. She had been pierced with a dagger Envinyatalis continued to fight, but his strength was failing. The Orcs were in retreat now; they had done their worst wounding in taking his family.
He rested a long while. He could not turn to face the bodies of his wife and child. "Nai hiruvalye Valimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namárië!" Envinyatalis cried for his family. He picked up his sword with thoughts of joining his family, but the words of his grandfather rang through his mind again. He then vowed that he would seek vengeance upon those that caused this pain. He placed Elwen in the arms of Lumbulëwen and raised up a cairn over them.
He returned to Imladris with sadness in his heart, but greater than the sadness was anger and a fierce desire for vengeance. When Berentûr returned Envinyatalis told him the news. Berentûr sat and wept for the loss of his mother and sister. He blamed himself for this, thinking that if he would have gone to Valinor when his mother had desired, this fate would not have befallen them. Erestor came to them in this time of need, as hurt as he was with loosing his only daughter, he understood the pain that Envinyatalis and Berentûr were going through.
"My sons, do not weep overlong. You will be joined together again. In this is my only comfort. My daughter's life nor her death was in vain. You do not always see what the end will bring."
"Your words bring me no comfort. Not now. Hope is lost, Erestor. I have nothing to live for, so I will die fighting to avenge their deaths."
Berentûr sat in silence while his father and grandfather talked. He was hurting, but he knew that his grandfather was right.
*****
In the reign of Araphant, Angmar renewed its war on Arthedain. He held out and sought to renew the ancient alliance and kinship with Gondor. Arvedui, the son of Araphant, weds the daughter of King Ondohir of Gondor, but he is at war with the Wain-riders and sends very little help. When Ondohir dies, Arvedui claims the crown of Gondor representing the elder line of Isildur. Arvedui's claim is rejected and the crown of Gondor went to Earnil II who promised he would not forget or deny the kinship and would send aid when needed but at the time none could be spared.
Araphant continued and after him his son Arvedui, with dwindling strength to hold off the Witch-King. In 1973 Arvedui sent his last message to Gondor that Arthedain was in great need of help and that Angmar prepared the last stroke upon it. Then Earnill II sent his son Earnur North with a fleet with all he could spare. In the winter of 1974 the power of Angmar arose again and the Witch-King came down with a great host upon Arthedain. He captured Fornost, but some of the remaining Dùnedains escaped to Lindon.
***** Word came from Cirdan in Lindon that Arthedain was under siege again. Cirdan summoned all from Lindon and the land of Arnor to come to him and when all was ready they marched North to challenge the Witch-King in Fornost. Envinyatalis and Berentûr joined in the battle along side Glorfindel and Erestor. Envinyatalis carried the pain of the loss of his family with him still and the fire of vengeance was even stronger.
He fought long and hard against the host of the Witch King. He continued into the night and slew many. His lust for battle grew within him, hatred of all evil burned in his heart. Again, the words of his grandfather came in his mind. In the midst of battle, his heart began to break. He heard the cry of his daughter in his ears. Envinyatalis fought the more against the darkness.
There again, he heard the cry of a child. He then realized that it was not the ghostly sound of his daughter's fearful cry, but that of a child nearby. He fought is way over to the bushes, where a young child lay in her mother's arms. This time, he would not let the enemy take the child. He brought the young child to camp where he gave her to one of the elders.
Envinyatalis shouted to the camp, "Fuin gwannant, aur toll. Hado dad môr, habo na goll e-gail. Tangado haid a maetho! The night has passed; morning has come. Cast off the darkness, put on the armor of light! Stand strong and fight!" They then came down on him from the hills of Evendim and there was a great battle between Lake Nenuial and the North Downs where the host of the Which-King was routed utterly. Glorfindel, on his white horse, rode against the Witch-King but in the midst of his laughter, the Witch-King turned to flight and passed into the shadow of the fleeting night and no one saw where he went.
Daylight came and Berentûr strayed a little, stepping on the dead bodies of their enemies, and recalling, as he saw people lying dead, people that he had known for so long. They had changed; something had gone from them, and all that was left was a face. Their eyes led to nowhere. He stopped long at the body of one, an Elven warrior. His golden hair was now red and bloodied; his sword lay at his side. Berentûr knelt by him.
"Ada! My father!" He touched Envinyatalis' long, silver sword, lying blood- coated in the dirt.
"Thus I will remember you." He then stood up, and took the sword, laying his own, broken and blood stained, by his father. He did not cry, or show more emotion, but inside there was turmoil, and despair. They had failed. No, they had not yet. There was still hope. He shut his eyes, clutching the sword, and whispered "Estel Quelumuva. Quelumuvnyel Ada. Hope will not fail. I will not fail thee Father."
Cry for the Dawn of ages Past,
Look with eyes forlorn
Against the day that shall be last.
Across the Great Sea shall sail
The ships that Eldars once borne
To the Land where Hope will prevail once more.
Many years passed and Envinyatalis had grown weary of wandering through the woods and the region of Arnor alone. He knew in his heart that it was time to join the Elves of Rivendell. After two months of travel and countless encounters with Orcs, he made it safely to Rivendell. As he crossed the border at the River Bruinen, Erestor, one of Lord Elrond's advisors, greeted him. Erestor brought Envinyatalis into the heart of Rivendell, to the House of Elrond. Rivendell seemed to be at the height of its splendor.
It was in the days of Tuilë, which is early spring by the reckoning of Men that Envinyatalis came to Rivendell. The flowers were blooming fresh upon the ground. The scent of lilies and honeysuckle hung in the air. The white flowers of the simblemynë, the Evermind, covered the ground in honor of those who perished at the Seize of Barad-dur. The blood-red seregon grew upon Amon Rîn, the Hill of Remembrance. It was here that Men of great honor who had lived in Rivendell were buried. The Yavannamirë was just beginning to bear its scarlet fruit.
As they turned into the valley towards the House of Elrond, Envinyatalis saw the source of the Bruinen, the Falls of the Misty Mountians. They traversed down the vale and flowed through the Valley of Imladris, the Elven name for Rivendell. Envinyatalis wondered in his heart at the majesty of this place. Erestor, reading his thoughts, answered, "There are places more marvelous than this Envinyatalis. Some are removed from the world and shall remain only through song. The trees here are just a reminder of that which we shall never see." He pointed to the Yavannamirë, "This tree was a gift from the Elves of Eressëa to the Men of Andor, the Land of the Gift, which is also called Númenor. It was then given to Lord Elrond by Elendil who fought along side Gil-galad, who was your mother's kinsman.
At that, his heart was saddened. He grieved the loss of Númenor, the Downfallen, and the sundering of Elvenhome from the world. "Why does evil mar that which is good?" Envinyatalis said without realizing that he had spoken aloud. "It is the way of things now," said Erestor, "while evil remains. The Dark Power is rising again in the East and many battles have been fought because of his lies." Envinyatalis saw that his destiny was tied to fates of those before him. "All the fates of the Elves are bound to Arda, as we awoke one with Arda. Ilùvatar has part for all to play, but it is up to us whether we will follow after Him or depart and choose the path of evil," answered Erestor.
The words of his grandfather and the words from the dream came back to him, "Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." But what is that path? These words haunted him since the very first time that they were spoken to him. "Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." How can I stay true if I do not know what the way is? These questions lingered on his mind. "The matter is in the heart," said Erestor, reading his thoughts, "not in the mind. If your heart is true, then your path will be straight. But if you heart is weak, then you will falter. But hope is not lost while one remains, for there is still a chance for redemption."
After much walking in silence, Erestor paused and directed Envinyatalis' eyes upward. They were approaching the House of Elrond. The banner of Rivendell flew in the wind, greeting him with warm reminders of being home. Next to the Banner of the House of Elrond was the Banner of Lothlòrien, for the two houses were joined when Elrond wedded Celebrían, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. Envinyatalis gazed upon the house in silence, but soon Erestor spoke, saying "Come, let us go in, for I am expected of the Lord shortly." They made their way slowly up the side of the vale to enter the gate of the House. The gate was wrought of stone, deeply engraved with Elven runes and set with beryl. Erestor spoke and the guards opened the gate revealing the Great Court, where the Council met.
******
Envinyatalis found Imladris more splendid than he ever imagined. The months drew on, the spring ended and the days were growing short as winter was soon coming. In the days of Hrívë, which are the months of winter in the reckoning of Men, that Envinyatalis made request to join with the Scouts of Rivendell. He received a horse named Gil'aglar, the foal of Boronwë the Steadfast. Gil'aglar was silver in color with a flowing white mane and tail. He petitioned Lord Elrond that he might be joined with Glorfindel in his travels. Envinyatalis prepared for travel during Hrívë and in Coirë he set out with Glorfindel to the Realm of Arnor.
******
In the reign of Malvegil, evil came to the Kingdom of Arthedain in the Realm of Arnor. For the Witch King took up his place in Angmar, in the Northern most reaches of the Misty Mountians. Orcs multiplied in those days and other evils grew in the land. In the days of Argeleb I, the son of Malvegil, the Witch King assailed Arthedain relentlessly. Argeleb I tried to reunite Cardolan and Rhudaur with Arthedain in hopes of driving out the Witch King. But all hopes failed. The land of Rhudaur had joined in secret with Angmar.
Argeleb was slain in battle against Rhudaur and Angmar at the watchtower of Amon Sûl. But Arveleg, the son of Argeleb, came with aid from Cardolan and Cirdan of Lindon drove back the enemies from the hills. But this peace was not long lasting.
******
Envinyatalis returned to Imladris after twenty years in Arthedain. When he returned, he took to wife Lumbulëwen, the daughter of Erestor. Lumbulëwen soon bore a son to Envinyatalis. He was named Berentûr, bold and powerful. Berentûr grew wise and kind-hearted.
Envinyatalis grew restless; a lust for battle was creeping into his heart. He soon set out again for Arthedain. Trouble was again brewing in the realm. Argeleb was slain in battle at Amon Sûl and the watchtower was taken. Angmar captured and ravaged Rhudaur and Cardolan and the last King in the line of Isildur died. The surviving kin fled to the Barrow Downs and into the forest of the west.
Argeleb's young son, Araphor, was under attack in Fornost, but he held strong against his foes. Help soon came from Cirdan of Lindon and Elrond brought a host from Lòrien and Imladris. Envinyatalis fought bravely beside Cirdan, yet his heart began to grow cold. The lust of battle grew stronger within him. Neither the fear pain nor death mattered to him. The battle carried on for many days, but the enemy was repelled from Fornost and the North Downs. They were driven back to the River Hoarwell and for a time, Angmar was subdued.
Envinyatalis returned to Imladris after the battle. Berentûr was strong, like his father, yet his heart was soft. His mother desired that he might sail West with her to Valinor, yet he would not, he could not. His heart told him that there was something that he must do before he left Middle Earth. He prepared to join his father in guarding the Realm of Arnor. Lumbulëwen waited, for she was not ready to leave her son.
During the reign of Argeleb II, evil returned to Arnor. The plague came into Eriador from the Southeast and the lands of Arthedain and Cardolan suffered. The remaining people in Cardolan suffered greatly and most of the people perished. Angmar saw this as their advantage and sent evil spirits to take possession of the Barrow-downs. Some remnants of the Dùnedain, the people of the line of Isildur, came to Rivendell to seek shelter and aide.
Berentûr joined himself with the Dùnedain of the North and scouted the lands. He was eager and able-bodied in war, yet his love was for learning and lore. Envinyatalis and Lumbulëwen brought forth another child, a daughter named Elwen. He loved this child deeply and Lumbulëwen saw that his heart was turning pure again. Envinyatalis decided that he would like to return to Lindon for a time to see his kin. Lumbulëwen felt a shadow grow in her heart when she heard him speak of returning.
They set out in the days of Tuilë and Berentûr bade them farewell. While in the North Downs, they were attacked by a band of Orcs. Envinyatalis fought hard to defend them, but there were more than he could handle alone. Lumbulëwen took up a sword to defend her child against the Orcs, but she was defeated. She took up Elwen in her arms to protect her from the attack. Envinyatalis stood by her side, slashing and cutting, hoping beyond hope that they would live. Lumbulëwen was shot through with an arrow. She lay covering Elwen as best as she could with her body.
Envinyatalis watched as his love slowly died, but he could not do anything. There were too many Orcs surrounding him. He tried to fight them off, but there were more coming. The moment of defeat came, he saw Elwen taken from her mother's arms. He tried to pursue, but he failed. There before him was his daughter, lying on the ground. She had been pierced with a dagger Envinyatalis continued to fight, but his strength was failing. The Orcs were in retreat now; they had done their worst wounding in taking his family.
He rested a long while. He could not turn to face the bodies of his wife and child. "Nai hiruvalye Valimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namárië!" Envinyatalis cried for his family. He picked up his sword with thoughts of joining his family, but the words of his grandfather rang through his mind again. He then vowed that he would seek vengeance upon those that caused this pain. He placed Elwen in the arms of Lumbulëwen and raised up a cairn over them.
He returned to Imladris with sadness in his heart, but greater than the sadness was anger and a fierce desire for vengeance. When Berentûr returned Envinyatalis told him the news. Berentûr sat and wept for the loss of his mother and sister. He blamed himself for this, thinking that if he would have gone to Valinor when his mother had desired, this fate would not have befallen them. Erestor came to them in this time of need, as hurt as he was with loosing his only daughter, he understood the pain that Envinyatalis and Berentûr were going through.
"My sons, do not weep overlong. You will be joined together again. In this is my only comfort. My daughter's life nor her death was in vain. You do not always see what the end will bring."
"Your words bring me no comfort. Not now. Hope is lost, Erestor. I have nothing to live for, so I will die fighting to avenge their deaths."
Berentûr sat in silence while his father and grandfather talked. He was hurting, but he knew that his grandfather was right.
*****
In the reign of Araphant, Angmar renewed its war on Arthedain. He held out and sought to renew the ancient alliance and kinship with Gondor. Arvedui, the son of Araphant, weds the daughter of King Ondohir of Gondor, but he is at war with the Wain-riders and sends very little help. When Ondohir dies, Arvedui claims the crown of Gondor representing the elder line of Isildur. Arvedui's claim is rejected and the crown of Gondor went to Earnil II who promised he would not forget or deny the kinship and would send aid when needed but at the time none could be spared.
Araphant continued and after him his son Arvedui, with dwindling strength to hold off the Witch-King. In 1973 Arvedui sent his last message to Gondor that Arthedain was in great need of help and that Angmar prepared the last stroke upon it. Then Earnill II sent his son Earnur North with a fleet with all he could spare. In the winter of 1974 the power of Angmar arose again and the Witch-King came down with a great host upon Arthedain. He captured Fornost, but some of the remaining Dùnedains escaped to Lindon.
***** Word came from Cirdan in Lindon that Arthedain was under siege again. Cirdan summoned all from Lindon and the land of Arnor to come to him and when all was ready they marched North to challenge the Witch-King in Fornost. Envinyatalis and Berentûr joined in the battle along side Glorfindel and Erestor. Envinyatalis carried the pain of the loss of his family with him still and the fire of vengeance was even stronger.
He fought long and hard against the host of the Witch King. He continued into the night and slew many. His lust for battle grew within him, hatred of all evil burned in his heart. Again, the words of his grandfather came in his mind. In the midst of battle, his heart began to break. He heard the cry of his daughter in his ears. Envinyatalis fought the more against the darkness.
There again, he heard the cry of a child. He then realized that it was not the ghostly sound of his daughter's fearful cry, but that of a child nearby. He fought is way over to the bushes, where a young child lay in her mother's arms. This time, he would not let the enemy take the child. He brought the young child to camp where he gave her to one of the elders.
Envinyatalis shouted to the camp, "Fuin gwannant, aur toll. Hado dad môr, habo na goll e-gail. Tangado haid a maetho! The night has passed; morning has come. Cast off the darkness, put on the armor of light! Stand strong and fight!" They then came down on him from the hills of Evendim and there was a great battle between Lake Nenuial and the North Downs where the host of the Which-King was routed utterly. Glorfindel, on his white horse, rode against the Witch-King but in the midst of his laughter, the Witch-King turned to flight and passed into the shadow of the fleeting night and no one saw where he went.
Daylight came and Berentûr strayed a little, stepping on the dead bodies of their enemies, and recalling, as he saw people lying dead, people that he had known for so long. They had changed; something had gone from them, and all that was left was a face. Their eyes led to nowhere. He stopped long at the body of one, an Elven warrior. His golden hair was now red and bloodied; his sword lay at his side. Berentûr knelt by him.
"Ada! My father!" He touched Envinyatalis' long, silver sword, lying blood- coated in the dirt.
"Thus I will remember you." He then stood up, and took the sword, laying his own, broken and blood stained, by his father. He did not cry, or show more emotion, but inside there was turmoil, and despair. They had failed. No, they had not yet. There was still hope. He shut his eyes, clutching the sword, and whispered "Estel Quelumuva. Quelumuvnyel Ada. Hope will not fail. I will not fail thee Father."
Cry for the Dawn of ages Past,
Look with eyes forlorn
Against the day that shall be last.
Across the Great Sea shall sail
The ships that Eldars once borne
To the Land where Hope will prevail once more.
