PART FIVE: Songs in the Deep
My Beloved Lord,
I sleep not my Lord, existing in this underground world of Moria fully awake, closing my eyes only briefly in the cavernous dark to trace the lines of a familiar face plucked straight from my memory. And though my ears are fully attuned to the distant sound of goblin drums that beat continuously inside this gloom, still they perk to any random noise as though they hanker for an Eldar voice heard aloud once more, yet too long without!
My skin crawls with the repulse of what foul beings lurk in the surrounding shadows, wearing a constant dust upon my armour and skin like the shedding of corruptive thoughts, to bring me down in spirit. My senses too often overwhelmed with Yrch stench when we do assault their camps in our sporadic cleansing that I yearn for something else..anything to ease my labours. A breath of fresh air, to hear the crisp sound of cracking leaves underfoot on a familiar woodland path...a moment spent in the company of someone I love.
Such work must be done of course; I shirk not my responsibilities as my Naugrim host establish an ever great hold upon their sunken treasure. They mean to reclaim the mines fully and with such a hunger for its immense wealth that I sometimes wonder that they think of it as the cure for some great famine. I have seen the effects of a single rumour of Mithril upon a full company of guards that would scarce be believed! And I surmise now, so long in Dwarven company, that the indulgence of ale, so readily dished out and consumed in the settling of arguments is not for its flavour but to put a numbing affect upon their lovelorn hearts and minds! They desire Moria-silver as though she were the most beautiful maiden that ever lived in Arda! I may begin a game with them to discover the secret name they use by uttering every maiden’s name that I can think of in the hope of inciting a reaction. I am sure to discover it by this trick, eventually!
I have time upon my hands for certain, and little other games to play, except my lute that I do strum by the camp fires when we take rests. In these times, I recite prayers, sing songs of battle taught me by my father and poems of old use and not much understanding to the Dwarven audience, who look at me with such puzzlement when I speak Quenya, that I do laugh out loud. I am too prone to slip into daydreaming, especially when I sing one of my own songs in remembrance of green pastures and Laiquendi gatherings that I hope to return to one day...perhaps, you remember this one?
Of Eldar design my bones are carved.
Breath deep; My flesh of maiden guise.
I navigate a sea of unwinding calm.
To spy my love, through wide open eyes.
In silhouette I stand as tall as a mast.
My raiment gathered in soft and curving crease.
Arms outstretched, to them my hair is tied.
Making sails to billow at the slightest breeze.
Of Eldar design my bones are carved.
Breath deep; My flesh of maiden guise.
I navigate a sea of unwinding calm.
To spy my love, through wide open eyes.
With rise and fall, I am at Ulmo’s command.
Broad shoulders that do carry me.
The ocean I wept, though not a drop is spilt.
Steered in lament by my tears that run free.
Of Eldar design my bones are carved.
Breath deep; My flesh of maiden guise.
I navigate a sea of unwinding calm.
To spy my love, through wide open eyes.
My heart it races, surf at my breast.
A vessel am I that has no rudder.
For though my fate is bound to the west.
I cannot part this land....nor leave my lover.
To spy my love, through wide open eyes.
My love, my love, through wide open eyes.
Until another letter can be scrawled upon scraps of parchment with borrowed pen and bartered ink,
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PART FIVE: Songs in the Deep
Submitted by Tynuilos on March 2nd, 2010
