A/N: I don't own the song "Ordinary Day" it belongs to Vanessa Carlton. Neither do I own any Silmarillion or Lord of the Rings characters, they belong to Tolkien. I think that's everything. Enjoy!
Thingol and Melian
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just tryin to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking towards the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize-
That everyday you find
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
I love this place. The deepness in its shadows beneath the starlight. I have dwelt here longer than I can recall. Teaching my beloved nightingales of Middle-Earth their song. I don't want to leave, but I promised Lord Lorien and Lady Vana that I would return to them as soon as my work in Middle-Earth was completed. That was the only way they allowed me to leave. The day that I will return is drawing near. The nightingales know the song to sing and will pass it on to their children. They will not need me anymore. But I can't bring myself to leave the beauty of this world. I come to a glade deep in Nan Elmoth and sing to my birds. I sing for them to come to me and sing for me. I pray that new work will be found so that I do not have to leave.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
I walk swiftly to meet with Finwe my dear friend. Since my host is so large we are slow to move on. I try to make them go as fast as the Vanyar and the Noldor so as to not be separated from my friend for long and so that my people may see the Trees and enjoy their beauty as I have. I continue my walk, but stop when I hear something. It is a song. More beautiful then anything I have ever heard. All thoughts of what I had been doing before left me. Seeing Finwe could wait as could my people. My only thought now is to follow this song. A song that is of night and light.
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.
And I as looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And to know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
They come as I sing for them. They answer my song as they come. It is a perfect song that they sing as beautiful as the song of the nightingales of Aman. Perhaps even more beautiful. I bask in the glory of their song. And in the light of the stars. "How can I leave you?" my heart asks. Deep within me I pray that I will find some flaw in my birds' song, but none is revealed. We sing together. The nightingales and I. It is a song of the night and a song of light. A song that will give hope to those in need. A song that was sung in the Great Music. My mind focuses entirely on the song. So much so that I do not notice another coming to the glade.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
And if we walk now we will divide and conquer this land.
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
I follow the song. Beautiful birds go to it also. I follow them. Who is the singer of this song that has captured me so? Deeper and deeper in the woods my feet take me. They seem to know the way even though I do not. There! A glade up ahead. There is light there. Light like that of the Trees. I made my way swiftly and quietly so that the singer of this song would not stop or leave suddenly. I come behind a tree and look into the glade. I stare at the beauty my eyes behold. The Light of the Trees is in this lady's face. She is more beautiful than any I have ever seen before. Her eyes like stars only brighter, her like the night only darker. She is the singer of the song. An unknown force draws me out from behind the tree into the clearing.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you be
I stop singing, but the nightingales continue. Another has entered my glade. He is handsome and strong. A great son of the Firstborn. My heart moves in a way I have never felt before. He comes towards me. I cannot move. He is more wondrous then I could describe in any song. No words could ever describe him. He reached tentatively for my hand. I extend it to him. He takes it. His hand is strong. When we touch something passes between us. A connection, which can never be understood unless, felt.
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
Can this be true? She is so beautiful all words fail me. As we hold hands I look into her eyes. They are so deep and wondrous. No words we speak only a feeling that I have never felt before. One that is strong, true, forever, deep, what word could ever describe what it is? The song continues sung by the birds. Time has stopped for both of us. Is this a dream? I wish for it to never stop.
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
Who knows how long we stood there enamoured with each other. Drinking up every moment of each other's presence. No words passed between us. None were needed. All that was needed was this feeling. This bond. This... love. It was the only word to describe this feeling. I never wanted it to end. Than he spoke, "Who are you who has captured my soul?" I replied, "I am she whose soul has been captured by you. I will be yours till the end of time. This I swear." "And I shall be yours even after time ends, this I swear," he answered. We leaned to each other and allowed our lips to meet.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Jus tryin to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky
Thingol and Melian
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just tryin to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking towards the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize-
That everyday you find
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
I love this place. The deepness in its shadows beneath the starlight. I have dwelt here longer than I can recall. Teaching my beloved nightingales of Middle-Earth their song. I don't want to leave, but I promised Lord Lorien and Lady Vana that I would return to them as soon as my work in Middle-Earth was completed. That was the only way they allowed me to leave. The day that I will return is drawing near. The nightingales know the song to sing and will pass it on to their children. They will not need me anymore. But I can't bring myself to leave the beauty of this world. I come to a glade deep in Nan Elmoth and sing to my birds. I sing for them to come to me and sing for me. I pray that new work will be found so that I do not have to leave.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
I walk swiftly to meet with Finwe my dear friend. Since my host is so large we are slow to move on. I try to make them go as fast as the Vanyar and the Noldor so as to not be separated from my friend for long and so that my people may see the Trees and enjoy their beauty as I have. I continue my walk, but stop when I hear something. It is a song. More beautiful then anything I have ever heard. All thoughts of what I had been doing before left me. Seeing Finwe could wait as could my people. My only thought now is to follow this song. A song that is of night and light.
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.
And I as looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And to know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
They come as I sing for them. They answer my song as they come. It is a perfect song that they sing as beautiful as the song of the nightingales of Aman. Perhaps even more beautiful. I bask in the glory of their song. And in the light of the stars. "How can I leave you?" my heart asks. Deep within me I pray that I will find some flaw in my birds' song, but none is revealed. We sing together. The nightingales and I. It is a song of the night and a song of light. A song that will give hope to those in need. A song that was sung in the Great Music. My mind focuses entirely on the song. So much so that I do not notice another coming to the glade.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
And if we walk now we will divide and conquer this land.
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
I follow the song. Beautiful birds go to it also. I follow them. Who is the singer of this song that has captured me so? Deeper and deeper in the woods my feet take me. They seem to know the way even though I do not. There! A glade up ahead. There is light there. Light like that of the Trees. I made my way swiftly and quietly so that the singer of this song would not stop or leave suddenly. I come behind a tree and look into the glade. I stare at the beauty my eyes behold. The Light of the Trees is in this lady's face. She is more beautiful than any I have ever seen before. Her eyes like stars only brighter, her like the night only darker. She is the singer of the song. An unknown force draws me out from behind the tree into the clearing.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you be
I stop singing, but the nightingales continue. Another has entered my glade. He is handsome and strong. A great son of the Firstborn. My heart moves in a way I have never felt before. He comes towards me. I cannot move. He is more wondrous then I could describe in any song. No words could ever describe him. He reached tentatively for my hand. I extend it to him. He takes it. His hand is strong. When we touch something passes between us. A connection, which can never be understood unless, felt.
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
Can this be true? She is so beautiful all words fail me. As we hold hands I look into her eyes. They are so deep and wondrous. No words we speak only a feeling that I have never felt before. One that is strong, true, forever, deep, what word could ever describe what it is? The song continues sung by the birds. Time has stopped for both of us. Is this a dream? I wish for it to never stop.
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams are right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand
Who knows how long we stood there enamoured with each other. Drinking up every moment of each other's presence. No words passed between us. None were needed. All that was needed was this feeling. This bond. This... love. It was the only word to describe this feeling. I never wanted it to end. Than he spoke, "Who are you who has captured my soul?" I replied, "I am she whose soul has been captured by you. I will be yours till the end of time. This I swear." "And I shall be yours even after time ends, this I swear," he answered. We leaned to each other and allowed our lips to meet.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Jus tryin to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky