Disclaimer: I don't own orcs, or the twins Elladan and Elrohir.
~This is just an idea...if you like it, then reveiw, and I'll keep going. No flames, no people who think they are tolkin rencarnated, and know all there is about Middle Earth.~
~I used a mix of elvish and Drow~
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The snow blinded Elladan and Elrohir's eyes, dispite the snow mask covering their eyes.
"Elladan, we must turn back!" Elrohir called, but his brother shook his head.
"The orcs were not so far ahead! We must catch them!"
"Elladan, it is foy! The captured will not have survived the cold! We must turn back." Elrohir grabbed his brother's shoulder, who slumped dejectly.
"You are right, brother." He turned around, and peered back down the mountian. "It is too late."
They walked back down, the icy sleet finally finding their skin under the thick elvish garmets. Their usually nimble elvish feel stumbled over rocks hidden under rising soft snow, snow and ice started to turn their dark hair white, and after a long while, Elladan started to stumble openly, with Elrohir slowing as his legs went numb.
"We need shelter, and fast." Elladan muttered, his voice nothing but a low quiver that even Elrohir's keen ears strained to hear. "I cannot stay like this for much longer."
"This sn..snow is..." Elrohir was cut off as he tripped over a rock. He didn't get up, to Elrohir's alarm.
"Elrohir!" Elladan pulled him up, and he smiled sheepsly.
"I did not want to move..." He stood, his arms shaking. "It is hard to move now."
Elladan wrapped his arms around him, and they started moving. "Sing Silmesse. It will help us."
"Sinome háran i marya silmesse;
Ilmello sílar tinwi lómesse;" Elrohir started to cough, and Elladan continued.
"Cénanten, i telpeva hendi,
ve cennente i cuivie Quendi.
Alasse antar i menelmíri,
laitan mi anvanye líri.
Oiale ná i silme vinya;
tíranyes sí vi Quende minya,
vi minya Cuiviéneno
i cenne cala eleno"
"Tis a comforting song." Elrohir muttered, and his brother nodded.
"It is. Would you like me to sing Tuile, like mother did when we were scared?"
"Please."
"ma cenilye Anar acala
ma hlarilye filit alire
íre tuile tule ara le?
Anar lauca, haire filit-ómar
laica salque arwa venya holmeo
fanyar luini hellesse, en!
vanye, vanye lóti linquilie
ma cenilye alda atyulta
ma hlarilye súre asúya
íre i vinya lúme sinome sí?
heldasse aldaron vanwa, súre mi olwar
queni mótar titte latinassen
helca ar lauca vilya, rossi, rossi
caline auri, elene lómi tulir
ma cenilye hína atyale
ma hlarilye hína alala
ar ma amorta órelya?
híni mallessen, vendi, seldor
celvar, olvar, atani nostar, ela!
linte rámar, vanye lossi, calime hendi
vanima, vanima, vanima, vanima" Elladan finshed, as Elrohir slipped again. Elladan went to pull him up, but his trembling legs gave in and he fell next to him.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
"Guuan phor." //Wake up.// A voice shook Elrohir, and he shook his head.
"It is too cold." He muttered, and was rewared with a kick.
"Guuan phor!." The voice snapped, and rolled him over. "Dos orn el ka dos xun naut." //You will die if you do not.//
"I am comftable." He muttered, but opened his eyes. The sleet was still falling, but sofly now. It was night, or close to.
"I find that hard to belive, concidering how cold your skin is, elf." His eyes followed the voice, to where a a heavly clothed figure stood, the voice muffled by the fabric. Next to the figure, stood a horse in coverings.
"Mani naa essa en lle?" //Whats your name?//
"Mellon." //Friend.//
Elrohir got up with the person's help, and onto the horses back, behind Elladan who was asleep still. The figure took the horse's bridle, and started across the snowly plain, to where dark trees stood menacingly against the dark grey sky.
"Dos ph' al'doer ulu zexen'uma wun ussta delmah, darthirii." //You are welcome to stay in my home, elf.// The person called over the howl of the wind.
"I thank you." He called back, fighting the urge to sleep. "Is it far?"
"Beyond the trees."
After a good half hour, they came to a log cabin, in a roughly made yard. The person led the horse right into one of the buildings, (the smaller one) and helped him off. Together they pulled off Elladan.
"Can you carry this elf to my home?" The person asked, and guestered to the horse. "I must make Elvea-yualë comftable."
Elrohir nodded. "I can."
He struggled under his brothers weight, but made it to the cabin easly. Inside, it was simply furnished, and a fire was burning down in the fireplace. He lay Elladan down nearby, and put another log on.
The person came in soon, and started to pull off the coverings. "Creoso a'baramin" //Welcome to my dwelling//
They pulled off the hood, and Elrohir stared.
"A woman!"
She raised an eyebrow, and nodded. "Is there a problem?"
"Nay...I was not expecting..."
She nodded, and went to a box. Pulling out a bottle, and handmade cups, she made him sit next to the fire. "Of course not. I should have warned you."
Elrohir shook his head. "There was no need, really."
"Amin dele ten'ho." //I am worried about him.// She poured honey collored liqued into the three cups. "I could not wake him."
"He will be fine now." Elrohir took a sip, and smiled as mead warmed his throat. "He was always hard to wake."
"Lle anta est" //You need to rest.// She stood, and pulled down a bed off the wall. Seeing his surprise she shrugged. "You are not the first to need help, elf. It was a useful idea."
"Call me Elrohir. And this is my brother, Elladan."
She smiled. "You trust me with your names? Then I shall return the favor. I am Aranel."
"An elvish name?"
"I am a half-elf." She dismissed it quickly. "Kaim." //Sleep.//
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Silmesse
In starlight
Sinome háran i marya silmesse;
Here I am sitting in the pale moonlight;
Ilmello sílar tinwi lómesse;
from Ilmen sparks are shining in [the] night;
Cénanten, i telpeva hendi,
They see me, the silvery eyes,
ve cennente i cuivie Quendi.
as they saw the wakening Elves.
Alasse antar i menelmíri,
Joy the heavenly jewels give [me],
laitan mi anvanye líri.
I praise [them] in the fairest songs.
Oiale ná i silme vinya;
Forever is the moonlight new;
tíranyes sí vi Quende minya,
I watch them now as the first Elf [did]
vi minya Cuiviéneno
as the first [one] of Cuiviénen
i cenne cala eleno.
who saw [the] light of a star.
tuile
spring
ma cenilye Anar acala
do you see the Sun shine
ma hlarilye filit alire
do you hear a bird sing
íre tuile tule ara le?
when the spring comes beside you?
[ ma - an interrogative element used for question-forming, see newwords; acala, alire (and atyulta, asúya, atyale, alala below) - bare verbal stems with the a-prefix, such formation is used, Tolkien notes in MC:223, when after verbs as hear or see; cf. Helge Fauskanger's notes on Markirya poem ]
Anar lauca, haire filit-ómar
the Sun warm, far bird-voices
laica salque arwa venya holmeo
a green grass with fresh odour
fanyar luini hellesse, en!
white clouds upon blue sky, yonder!
vanye, vanye lóti linquilie
fair, fair flowers of many colors
[ holme, derived from the stem ÑOL, might be a misreading for *ñolme, however I use here the former; arwa - "in control of, possessing", followed by the genitive, therefore arwa holmeo; *linquilie - pl. of *linquilea "of many colors", see newwords ]
ma cenilye alda atyulta
do you see a tree stand up
ma hlarilye súre asúya
do you hear a wind breathe
íre i vinya lúme sinome sí?
when the new time [is] here now?
[ *tyulta "stand up", see newwords ]
heldasse aldaron vanwa, súre mi olwar
a nakedness of trees [is] lost, a wind [is] in branches
queni mótar titte latinassen
people labor on small fields
helca ar lauca vilya, rossi, rossi
cold and warm air, dews, dews
caline auri, elene lómi tulir
light days, starry nights come
[ *heldasse "nakedness", see newwords; latinassen pl. loc. of latina, the nominalized adj. "cleared, open" in order to mean *"a field, an open"; elene pl. of adj. elena "of the stars", here translated as "starry" ]
ma cenilye hína atyale
do you see a child play
ma hlarilye hína alala
do you hear a child laugh
ar ma amorta órelya?
and does it uplift your heart?
híni mallessen, vendi, seldor
children in streets, girls, boys
celvar, olvar, atani nostar, ela!
animals, plants, humans beget, look!
linte rámar, vanye lossi, calime hendi
swift wings, fair blossoms, bright eyes
vanima, vanima, vanima, vanima
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
~This is just an idea...if you like it, then reveiw, and I'll keep going. No flames, no people who think they are tolkin rencarnated, and know all there is about Middle Earth.~
~I used a mix of elvish and Drow~
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The snow blinded Elladan and Elrohir's eyes, dispite the snow mask covering their eyes.
"Elladan, we must turn back!" Elrohir called, but his brother shook his head.
"The orcs were not so far ahead! We must catch them!"
"Elladan, it is foy! The captured will not have survived the cold! We must turn back." Elrohir grabbed his brother's shoulder, who slumped dejectly.
"You are right, brother." He turned around, and peered back down the mountian. "It is too late."
They walked back down, the icy sleet finally finding their skin under the thick elvish garmets. Their usually nimble elvish feel stumbled over rocks hidden under rising soft snow, snow and ice started to turn their dark hair white, and after a long while, Elladan started to stumble openly, with Elrohir slowing as his legs went numb.
"We need shelter, and fast." Elladan muttered, his voice nothing but a low quiver that even Elrohir's keen ears strained to hear. "I cannot stay like this for much longer."
"This sn..snow is..." Elrohir was cut off as he tripped over a rock. He didn't get up, to Elrohir's alarm.
"Elrohir!" Elladan pulled him up, and he smiled sheepsly.
"I did not want to move..." He stood, his arms shaking. "It is hard to move now."
Elladan wrapped his arms around him, and they started moving. "Sing Silmesse. It will help us."
"Sinome háran i marya silmesse;
Ilmello sílar tinwi lómesse;" Elrohir started to cough, and Elladan continued.
"Cénanten, i telpeva hendi,
ve cennente i cuivie Quendi.
Alasse antar i menelmíri,
laitan mi anvanye líri.
Oiale ná i silme vinya;
tíranyes sí vi Quende minya,
vi minya Cuiviéneno
i cenne cala eleno"
"Tis a comforting song." Elrohir muttered, and his brother nodded.
"It is. Would you like me to sing Tuile, like mother did when we were scared?"
"Please."
"ma cenilye Anar acala
ma hlarilye filit alire
íre tuile tule ara le?
Anar lauca, haire filit-ómar
laica salque arwa venya holmeo
fanyar luini hellesse, en!
vanye, vanye lóti linquilie
ma cenilye alda atyulta
ma hlarilye súre asúya
íre i vinya lúme sinome sí?
heldasse aldaron vanwa, súre mi olwar
queni mótar titte latinassen
helca ar lauca vilya, rossi, rossi
caline auri, elene lómi tulir
ma cenilye hína atyale
ma hlarilye hína alala
ar ma amorta órelya?
híni mallessen, vendi, seldor
celvar, olvar, atani nostar, ela!
linte rámar, vanye lossi, calime hendi
vanima, vanima, vanima, vanima" Elladan finshed, as Elrohir slipped again. Elladan went to pull him up, but his trembling legs gave in and he fell next to him.
~~~~*~~~*~~~~
"Guuan phor." //Wake up.// A voice shook Elrohir, and he shook his head.
"It is too cold." He muttered, and was rewared with a kick.
"Guuan phor!." The voice snapped, and rolled him over. "Dos orn el ka dos xun naut." //You will die if you do not.//
"I am comftable." He muttered, but opened his eyes. The sleet was still falling, but sofly now. It was night, or close to.
"I find that hard to belive, concidering how cold your skin is, elf." His eyes followed the voice, to where a a heavly clothed figure stood, the voice muffled by the fabric. Next to the figure, stood a horse in coverings.
"Mani naa essa en lle?" //Whats your name?//
"Mellon." //Friend.//
Elrohir got up with the person's help, and onto the horses back, behind Elladan who was asleep still. The figure took the horse's bridle, and started across the snowly plain, to where dark trees stood menacingly against the dark grey sky.
"Dos ph' al'doer ulu zexen'uma wun ussta delmah, darthirii." //You are welcome to stay in my home, elf.// The person called over the howl of the wind.
"I thank you." He called back, fighting the urge to sleep. "Is it far?"
"Beyond the trees."
After a good half hour, they came to a log cabin, in a roughly made yard. The person led the horse right into one of the buildings, (the smaller one) and helped him off. Together they pulled off Elladan.
"Can you carry this elf to my home?" The person asked, and guestered to the horse. "I must make Elvea-yualë comftable."
Elrohir nodded. "I can."
He struggled under his brothers weight, but made it to the cabin easly. Inside, it was simply furnished, and a fire was burning down in the fireplace. He lay Elladan down nearby, and put another log on.
The person came in soon, and started to pull off the coverings. "Creoso a'baramin" //Welcome to my dwelling//
They pulled off the hood, and Elrohir stared.
"A woman!"
She raised an eyebrow, and nodded. "Is there a problem?"
"Nay...I was not expecting..."
She nodded, and went to a box. Pulling out a bottle, and handmade cups, she made him sit next to the fire. "Of course not. I should have warned you."
Elrohir shook his head. "There was no need, really."
"Amin dele ten'ho." //I am worried about him.// She poured honey collored liqued into the three cups. "I could not wake him."
"He will be fine now." Elrohir took a sip, and smiled as mead warmed his throat. "He was always hard to wake."
"Lle anta est" //You need to rest.// She stood, and pulled down a bed off the wall. Seeing his surprise she shrugged. "You are not the first to need help, elf. It was a useful idea."
"Call me Elrohir. And this is my brother, Elladan."
She smiled. "You trust me with your names? Then I shall return the favor. I am Aranel."
"An elvish name?"
"I am a half-elf." She dismissed it quickly. "Kaim." //Sleep.//
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Silmesse
In starlight
Sinome háran i marya silmesse;
Here I am sitting in the pale moonlight;
Ilmello sílar tinwi lómesse;
from Ilmen sparks are shining in [the] night;
Cénanten, i telpeva hendi,
They see me, the silvery eyes,
ve cennente i cuivie Quendi.
as they saw the wakening Elves.
Alasse antar i menelmíri,
Joy the heavenly jewels give [me],
laitan mi anvanye líri.
I praise [them] in the fairest songs.
Oiale ná i silme vinya;
Forever is the moonlight new;
tíranyes sí vi Quende minya,
I watch them now as the first Elf [did]
vi minya Cuiviéneno
as the first [one] of Cuiviénen
i cenne cala eleno.
who saw [the] light of a star.
tuile
spring
ma cenilye Anar acala
do you see the Sun shine
ma hlarilye filit alire
do you hear a bird sing
íre tuile tule ara le?
when the spring comes beside you?
[ ma - an interrogative element used for question-forming, see newwords; acala, alire (and atyulta, asúya, atyale, alala below) - bare verbal stems with the a-prefix, such formation is used, Tolkien notes in MC:223, when after verbs as hear or see; cf. Helge Fauskanger's notes on Markirya poem ]
Anar lauca, haire filit-ómar
the Sun warm, far bird-voices
laica salque arwa venya holmeo
a green grass with fresh odour
fanyar luini hellesse, en!
white clouds upon blue sky, yonder!
vanye, vanye lóti linquilie
fair, fair flowers of many colors
[ holme, derived from the stem ÑOL, might be a misreading for *ñolme, however I use here the former; arwa - "in control of, possessing", followed by the genitive, therefore arwa holmeo; *linquilie - pl. of *linquilea "of many colors", see newwords ]
ma cenilye alda atyulta
do you see a tree stand up
ma hlarilye súre asúya
do you hear a wind breathe
íre i vinya lúme sinome sí?
when the new time [is] here now?
[ *tyulta "stand up", see newwords ]
heldasse aldaron vanwa, súre mi olwar
a nakedness of trees [is] lost, a wind [is] in branches
queni mótar titte latinassen
people labor on small fields
helca ar lauca vilya, rossi, rossi
cold and warm air, dews, dews
caline auri, elene lómi tulir
light days, starry nights come
[ *heldasse "nakedness", see newwords; latinassen pl. loc. of latina, the nominalized adj. "cleared, open" in order to mean *"a field, an open"; elene pl. of adj. elena "of the stars", here translated as "starry" ]
ma cenilye hína atyale
do you see a child play
ma hlarilye hína alala
do you hear a child laugh
ar ma amorta órelya?
and does it uplift your heart?
híni mallessen, vendi, seldor
children in streets, girls, boys
celvar, olvar, atani nostar, ela!
animals, plants, humans beget, look!
linte rámar, vanye lossi, calime hendi
swift wings, fair blossoms, bright eyes
vanima, vanima, vanima, vanima
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful