Olórë : A Dream
Midnight came upon the starlit shores of his village, and the gentle, glowing candle lights coming from the house windows slowly began to flicker and extinguish. The blanket of sleep fell upon the village and wrapped about its people sending them to a land in their dreams where ancient powers still guided the fate of the world, strange creatures roamed its depths and wise, beautiful races of people occupied its lands.
Suddenly he awoke, but not in his bed in the starry village he drifted to sleep in. The sheets were silk and the bed filled with feathers, he looked about himself and espied beside him clothes, clothes that were familiar to him, but he had never worn them or to his recall, seen them before. He rose from the comfort of the bed and was soon attired in a great robe; it flowed about his body and shimmered a dark red.
He heard a knocking upon his chamber door, like a hammer stroke on metal through the vivid silence. He hesitated then, 'á tulë,' (come) he spoke, unaware at first he had spoken a tongue strange to him, which was replied with the entrance of someone clothed with equal elegance, yet she was wearing a glistening white dress that started at her shoulders hugging her figure until, upon reaching her waist it flowed out and laid gently upon the ground and her toes. The arms of the dress were wide and hung low beside her hips.
So enamoured of her beauty was he that he stood motionless for a time, looking into her sea-blue eyes, and yet she seemed also to look to him, as if she knew him, it felt to him like their souls were intertwined, and breaking from his trance-like twilight he stepped toward her, extending his arms then words issued from his lips,
'Fëanya ista fëalya ar orenya merelyë.' ('My soul knows thy soul and my heart desires thee,') the words seemed to caress the air, light and beautiful, and they made the maiden smile. She took his hands, her skin pale and smooth against his, then she spoke to him,
'Nályë meldanya, an illumë.' ('Thou art my beloved, for always.') He knew and understood these new words, yet never had they graced his ears before. The sound of her voice in the sweet elvish tongue put his mind to rest and made him feel at peace, as if his troubles and woes were stripped from him and cast aside revealing to him the true world.
Hand in hand they walked from the room, then from the home onto white shores, where birds flew above, singing to those who would listen. The sea brushed against the shores painting a picture of dry and wet sand, he smiled wanting nothing else but what he had now.
In the distance across the calm and light blue sea there was an island, green and lush, from it were sailing at least three white ships, shaped at the front like elegant swans. He looked then to the elf that held his hand in silence, and glanced once more into those eyes that could capture him and render his body hers.
Yet, then he frowned as she started to fade, he gripped both her hands, 'Avá lelya!' ('Don't go!') He shouted, then the shore and sea began to drift from his eyes, his heart pounded and a tear dropped down to his cheek, blissfulness began to evaporate and suddenly the veil of sleep was lifted and he awoke in his village. The elven language slipped from his mind and his hands were empty.
It was dawn and his tears remained.