The dawn was cold yet it was a welcome respite from the thundering storm from the night before, though it did not disturb the two lovers in the slightest, still sleeping as warm as they can remain bundled up close together to ward off the morning chill. The lonely pool besides them was as still as death, though the birds were singing in the tree above them.
It was as if nature itself knew that it was a new and special day for the two. The Warrior and the Witch. Fate had brought them together all that time ago when she had rescued him from his chains in the land of the horse-men, and their journey through the woodlands. The time spent with his family in his ancestral hall of Llys Llew, where he chose her to be his.
Now onto their future together, climbing higher and higher to the farmstead in the hills, to make their own life. A change had come to the Warlord in recent months. From awaiting his death at the battle of Helm’s Deep, to now protecting his and another life, from feeling just burning anger in his heart to now feeling searing heat of happiness.
Whatever the future shall hold for him, it is hopeful for the Warrior has his Witch, and she has him.
Gloes a gwyll, gefeilliaid drwg.
Glaw ac oer, fflamgoch a mwg.
Gafaelodd Tranc yn gryf ar y galon,
Tan ddaeth ysbryd teg gyda’i thôn.
Arweiniodd hi drwy’r golau,
Dros y nentydd a phrennau.
Nôl i’r wlad fy nheulu
Cyfle prin melys i wenu.
Er bod llafarganu’r wrach,
Arhosodd hi dan ddim llach.
Daeth hi gyda fi i’r mynydd,
Dechrau eto. Bywyd newydd.
Cryfder yn dychwelyd i’w cyrff,
Llygaid gloyw a gwaed poeth,
A theimladau’r wahanol ffurf,
Nawr, yr amser perffaith i boeth.
Yr Onnen a’r Dderwen yn tyfu’n gryf,
Braich ym mraich, calon a chalon,
Yr aderyn du yn arnofio gyda phryf,
Pan yr arth yn edrych dros ei galon.
Diwrnodau nesa’n edrych llawen,
Fy nghalon yn llawn o’i chariad,
Y forwyn ysbryd yw fy awen,
Ffawd wedi dewis ein pariad.
Nos hir dan fellt a tharanau,
Uniad rhwng cyrff a chalonnau.
English:
Pain and dark, evil twins,
Rain and cold, fire and smoke
Death held strong on the heart,
Until the fair spirit came with her tune.
She led through the light,
Over the streams and woods.
Back to the lands of my family,
Rare sweet opportunity to smile.
Even the chanting of the witch,
She stayed under no lash.
She came with me to the mountain,
To start again. A new life.
Strength returns to our bodies,
Bright eyes and hot blood,
And the feelings of the different form,
Now, the perfect time for luxury.
The Ash and the Oak grow strong,
Arm in arm, heart and heart,
The blackbird floating with insect,
While the bear looks over his heart.
The next days are looking joyful,
My heart is full of her love,
The spirit maiden is my muse,
Fate has chosen our pairing.
A long night under the thunder and lightning,
An union between bodies and hearts.
