Written for and first posted in the thread Eluchil’s Tea Room on the Prancing Pony forum
Eluchil sings a plaintive melody. He switches seemlessly to the elven tongue. After a few verses he stops and the patrons look up suprised.
“That song is lovely but in the Silvan speech now known to few. I will try to render it into the Common tongue so that you can hear the story as well as the emotion.”
Eluchil stums the lyre and picks a slightly different key as he continues:
“The land was lovely wide and green
The woods were yet young and unspoilt
Never was shadow frightening seen
When elves yet freely walked abroad.
They sang with joy for young they were
And spoke the secret tongue of trees
No hideousness to frighten here
Amid the world of woven trees.
And yet the shadow did assail
Great hosts of men walked far and wide
The elves they hid to no avail
Their forest home it would not last.
So now they seek the vanished West
Their hope now lies beyond the world
Yet in these lands they did their best
Their brightest banners here unfulred.
Alas for that which could not be
For more than the appointed days
Now fair lands new sorrows see
And catch the suns last dying rays.”
He finished exhausted and sang no more that evening but played on for a time with slow sad chords that tugged at the heart of those who heard.
This was first written for and posted to the epic Freedom thread on the Prancing Pony forum
As he walked under the speading mellyrn he began to sing. It was a song of the most ancient of days before the Sundering of the elves–before the knew nought of darkness or fear. The song was in the elven tongue. Indeed the Sylvan speech of his youngest days, not the Sindarin of the West Elves, but this is how it ran in the Common Speech near enough:
By the twilit mere of Cuiviénen the first Elves awoke
With young and joyous voices the first three Fathers spoke
Imin, Tata, and Enel were named the Fathers three
And with their wives the belhed the stars–a glorious sight to see
Now merrily the walked about and found the parentless elves
And thus a hearty people formed, of like mind with themselves
They sang and spoke and learned and made; they were happy young and free
Before in fear they fled away and marched down toward the Sea
The people of Imin, the Minyar, were the fairest of them all
With golden hair and shining eyes they were glorious and tall
The people of Tata, the Tatyar, were dark haired and wise
The seeking for knowledge and study of words was to them a prize
The people of Enel, the Neldar, loved to laugh and sing
They always dwelt by the waterfall and heard its mighty ring
They are named the Lindar, the Singers loud and strong
Singing with words or without them they make a merry throng
And thus the tale of the ancient elves draws, alas, to a close
For darkness spread about the world and terror their hearts froze
Yet ever does the memory of the rivulet and the fall
By which the forst three elves awaoke dwell in the heart of them all”