"How will I find this jewel of mine?
Taken from me for some time
Here I stand in my pool of tears
Here I'll stay throughout the years..."
"The frozen fire guards it well
To seek it is to 'waken hell
But dwarves know well the deathly fee
The scholar Rakul waits for thee..."
- "Aldamir" from Lays of Bard Pantlinn -
Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Illusions to illusions. And dreams to dreams.
Four souls combined to form the light. One is Ranger of the North, Thindaer of the Dunedain. His silver light, no Orcs blood could ever stain. He appeared as a warrior of Westernesse, the memory of lost Numenor. The heart of honor, formed by the sword, by Arnor ruined and risen, rising again, when the heart ascends into duty.
There is a Dwarf, Frimsi, from the garden of stone arising, from dwarven-halls, from earth and wisdom. Now and forever, time shall never dull his wit, where the heart and mind ride unquestioned. Bound by golden chains, will he free his heart from the dragon sickness?
Third is Passerose from the green hills, the child of the Hobbits. A life she lived, filled with dreams, filled with tenderness. Light in the handling air, to the waving meadows, the halfling’s country, where the grain out of smallness arises itself to grow green and golden and green again.
Fourth is a elf-maiden, Linglorel, beloved daughter of the wood. Her gentle hands shall be the blades to banish evil. Gentle lady, graced beyond graces; a princess of seeds and saplings, called to the forest, and a burden of mercy and light converged in her heart.
Four hearts, united by one mission. They set out together to find the knowledge of the dragon's lair in the underground palaces of the dwarves. Both love and friendship are the same as the air. Even though it fills the world, if you don't understand it, it's the same as if it doesn't exist.
Those days are now in the distant past, faded memories, never to return. Soon to vanish, like whispers in the wind.
Oh, minstrel, do not sing in mourning. We are the Children of the One, our birthplace, our home, is Middle-earth, our beloved land, and this is its song. Everlasting and ever.
