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Athrabeth Gwanûn (The Debate of the Twins)

Submitted by Tindello on September 28th, 2015
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Tindello

Elven brothers Tindello Tenderleaf and Tavelorn Silverbranch discuss the worth of adapting to new ways versus that of honoring their Nandorin heritage.

"Let It Go" from Disney's 'Frozen' translated into Quenya

Submitted by Cesistya on March 29th, 2014
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Poetry

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
i lossë ná silma oronessë [the snow is shining white on the mountain]

Not a footprint to be seen
cenin runyar tás nár ui [I see footprints there are no]

"Yesterday" by the Beatles translated into Quenya

Submitted by Cesistya on March 29th, 2014
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Poetry

Yesterday
Yalúmë [former times]

All my troubles seemed so far away
endanyassë fellën únyérë [In my heart I felt no sorrow]

Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Nar sin i nwalmë na úmentë [And now the torment is without end]

Oh I believe in yesterday
Ai, mínanyë na yalúmë [Ah, I wish to go back to former times]

Suddenly
sillumë [this hour]

Recipe: Lembas Waybread

Submitted by Andarne on August 2nd, 2010
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Diary
This is a Letter

6 Spoons of softened butter (Churned cream). 2 Table-cups of ground seed (Flour). 1 Spoon of sugar. 1 Egg, beaten. ½ Small cup of Milk. 4 Spoons of heavy cream. Fallen Mallorn leaves for Storage.

The Lay of Elena - An extract

Submitted by Arathrandir on February 6th, 2010
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Poetry
The Lay of Elena is written upon a parchment held in the Room of Records upon the Third level of the White City. The lay is written in Sindarin, although the dialect is, apparently, of a form uncommon. Only the following passage has yet been translated and the historians have, as yet, been unable to associate the verse with any known historical record or figure. As eagles fly from the mountain, The wanderer finds a new path, Under the stars of twilight, To Evendim's shores of the north, How far has the wanderer come? How long is the road behind?
Kinship/Band link: 
The Western Alliance

Prelude: Heritage

Submitted by Turanien on August 11th, 2009
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Story

The coldest of winds had long been ravaging the land of Nevrast. It was not uncommon for the heather-lands to be beset by such a thing; being a land encircled by ocean and mountain. The Ered Wethrin lay to the South, cutting off Beleriand, Ered Lómin to the North and Belegaer to the West. Yet there was a terrible chill to the winds in recent times, some lingering memory, a malice, seemed to be borne upon the very airs. No burning heat fell upon the land of Beleriand, no silver shimmer of the moon rising high; for this was still before the creation of such things.

Kinship/Band link: 
Bar-en-Celandine
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