Mae govanen an mellon!
(It is good to meet you my friend!)
And welcome to Edheldor. In a forest near the western sea, Edheldor is the last city of elves in the forth age. In our halls, you can find fantasy rpgs, discussion forums, and games. Please make yourself at home and look around.
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He names the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirromere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Abouve the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away: The word was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power on the door. The light of the sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night There shone for even fair and bright.
The hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; The delver mined, the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale, And metal wrought like fishes' mail, Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shinning spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk; Beneath the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sand, And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls; The shadow lies upon hid tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dum. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirromere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
My favorite is the Elven song to Elbereth Gilthoniel
Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath! Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.
O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown, In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel! o menel palan-díriel le nallon sí di'nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the darkness shall spring