Author´s note:

Oh wow, I don´t know what to say to this, I opened my e-mail box this morning and hardly believed what I saw... 5 reviews!!! I would never have expected that you appreciate this poem so much. I just wanted to let you know that your reviews really really made me feel good, because English is not my first language and reading that you like my style and all tells me that my skills are improving. *yay*

Well, I was so humbled and all that I decided to continue this poem. You can see the first chapter as a kind of prolog. It´s all about someone who can still hear the Elves and the first chapter was a first introduction to this. In the following I will continue by telling the history of the Elves from the beginning, so the first episode will be about the awakening of Elves at the Lake of Cuivienen. I will have to change a bit about the category of this thingy, I sorted it for Lord of the Rings, do you think I´d better change it into the Silmarillion? Would be better I suppose... Okay then, I hope you like the next chapter. Reviews are always most welcome!

Disclaimer:

Nothing of this is mine, it´s all JRRT´s, I just borrow it and hope his spirit won´t come back to torment me *lol*

Nili

P.S.: I changed this chappy a little today, for all those who might wonder. I actually forgot about the fact that according to JRRT´s mythology, the moon came later and there were only stars and nothing else to be seen on the sky when the Elves awoke. JRRT may forgive me. ;-) ******************************************************************

At the Lake of Cuivienen

A silver starlight clear and fair entwines the nightly world so well. Its rays touch water here and there, enlightens all the hill and dell.

This night I know is long gone by and only mem´ry in my mind, too far away that I could fly and find it. No, noone will find.

A distant lake in shining light, the stars upon the skies look down on troubled water´s waves so bright spread over land like a nightgown.

And peaceful is this splendid place where wind and waves are well-entwined, But Lo! The things I soon will face aren´t meant for those whose eyes are blind

for ancient tales and stories old, for sacred is this velvet night, in which is rooted manyfold the birth of folk so fair and bright.

A distant lake in distand land beneath the stars so young and pale. I wait in silence, understand That what I see´s a sacred tale.

But all around me nothing lives and all the land is untouched still by children of The One. Their strifes have not been fought yet, but they will.

But suddenly I hear them sing and all my soul feels full of praise, now that I sit and hear them ring those voices, ere the rise of days.

Under the stars, as it was told The Firstborn were to see the light of sparkling stars so manyfold, that Elbereth has made so bright

when all from emptyness was made by the Valar by Eru´s will. The stars were kindled not to fade, but shine in our moments still.

The Firstborn as was said, were come And I saw them when they awoke to see and learn and claim their home before the time, ere countries broke.

And full of wonder I behold as some of them have risen soon in this one night, a night of old to greet the skies with yet no moon

to greet their lives with stumbling word For even language in these days was still to come, but still I heard their joyfull song, amidst the rays

of silver light and soon I knew that this was the beginning still, but though their folk still counted few they´d rule the world at their own will.

I knew their kingdoms were to rise but one day they again would fade. I saw the laughter in their eyes and in their lifes, the One had made.

I felt a joy that´s hard to say In words of Men, for it was clear as a well´s water near the bay, It was divine and without fear.

I heard their song and voices fair And soon the sleep came down on me And I was brought away from were the Elves awoke when they were free.