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The following is my attempt of writing 'The Silmarillion''s
Finrod Felagund's words when he faced Sauron. If you hadn't
read the book, try to look beyond the names




Alas! The choir of the holy ones trembles my heart. The
growth of life was created, Arda has awaked. Feel the
freshness of the forest, smell the dew on young leaves in
the morning. Hear the wind whispering between the oaks and
beeches, golden flowers and silver buds.

Lo! Listen to the salty waves of a deep blue sea as they
spread the water's secrets to those upon the shores. Behold
at the stars set by the Queen to guide the Eldar to their
safe home.

There, upon Túna, it stands. Tirion, a city of
wanders, where the Firstborn and the parents meet. There,
upon Túna, the light of the trees shone: the pale
tenderness of Telperion, the might of young Laurelin. There,
upon Túna, the songs of birds are heard on their way
to Taniquetil, to join the choirs of the Vanyar. The echoes
of Aulë's anvils beam from afar and mend with the music
of the Noldor. The singing of the Teleri accompanies the
melody of the waves from the harbor of Alqualondë.

Behold! Manwë Súlimo and Varda Elentári
sit upon the peak of the world. Together they complete each
other, an eternal bond, a royal love. In the deep caves
Aulë works and crafts, enriching and strengthening the
foundations of the world. Yavanna Kementári, mother
of the forest, cares and nourishes her children to grow in
might.

Listen! Nahar's footsteps trod upon distance lands carrying
Oromë his lord. Nienna's calls drift in the wind,
comforting and raising hope against the sufferings of the
world. Upon open grasslands Nessa lightly dances in merry.
From an unknown location Tulkas's laughter arrives to cheer
everyone's heart.

Remember! Námo awaits with our brethren and holds
their memories awake. In his enchanted gardens Irmo guides
our memories at night. Vairë in her halls weave all
events and tales in the world so they'd never stray out of
our conscience.

Feel! The life laid in the deeps of Ulmo's seas, rivers and
springs. The healing refreshment spread by Estë even in
the shortest rest. The juvenile joy of the flowers and birds
once Vána the Ever-Young is near.

Together they guide the world - to evolve, to enrich, to
live! With the aid of Eonwë and Ilmarë, Ossë
and Uinen, Tilion and Arien, Salmar, Olorin and the other
Maiar, their kin. Together they created a home for the Holy
One's children - the Quendi and the Atani. Together with
animals and trees they live, birds and bushes they joy with,
butterflies and flowers they adore.

Hearken! Neither danger nor peril would cease the life in
the world. No prison shall be locked forever. All fires and
angers eventually fade. Do not fall to misery by dark lies,
for all darkness disappears in the presence of light. The
discord fades when the melody is strong. The fierce ice
turns into gentle snow. Traps are arbitrary, pain is
temporary. Only the Secret Fire is Eternal.

Show your might against those who wish your diminish. Reveal
the power you have to endure. Evade the hungry sword or
spear. Love and Beauty will prevail. Even in the darkest
chamber do not loose your hope. The smallest smile can
destroy the greatest scheme. Don't give up. Don't Surrender.
The power within you is endless like the soft morning wind.

Think of your home, your family, your kin. Think of your
wishes and dreams. Think of magical twilight on the coast,
seagulls flying above, gentle breeze. Think of secret caves,
inhabited by flickering gems and old wisdom. Think of deer
in the meadow and of eagles upon high peaks. Think of white
clouds upon bright skies in the spring. Think of pale light
streaming through the branches. Think of the music...


And Finrod fell before the throne







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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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