Song

Roaring fire burning bright,

Dancing merry through the night.

Speech and song run sweet and long,

Everbathed in glowing light.

Gentle fire under star,

Warming trav’lers from lands afar.

Crystal clear ring cries of cheer‿

While flames flick’ring play on logs smoke-charred.

Raging fire blazing bold,

Greedy tongues lick red and gold.

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Ryheric's theme for Atharann, the ranger who had experienced hardships, death, loss and fuel for violence and war throughout his long life.

Often, Atharann was separated from the group and operated alone. Ryheric often wondered about him during those times.

(( This is an orchestrated soundtrack piece. Ryheric's original lute piece is represented by the sound of the guitar.))

Dance for the fire,
The glow of warmth!
Dance for the breeze
Bringing rains from the north!

Dance for the grass;
For the green of the hills!
Dance for the sun;
The warming of chills!

Dance for the lilies
The gems of the forest!
Dance for the frogs;
For their sweet little chorus!

It has now been some days since I was in the House of Elrond, having been sent there on an errand by my allies in Esteldín.  I confess that I was afraid, for never before had I met so many of the Fair Folk, nor stayed in their halls.  Sire Angild would on occasion trade with the Fair Folk of the Greenwood, but seldom, and never did I accompany him to those far distant borders.

In the valley of eve,

Fell the sun into sorrow.

The silver stars laid low,

Yet by darkling sky ungrieved.

Crimson was the still dawn,

The wind wailed down, the clear lake

Shone red in evil’s wake,

Yet none by the shore did mourn.

O forsaken land, o failing breath,

O fallen kin and cursed waste,

O unhappy fate I would embrace,

Yet by ill fortune scorned by death.

The cold, oh! The cold, it bites
All around me and in my young heart
Chill me, burn me, break me, take me
The sorrow runs deep as the frosty waves below, pounding and harsh.

Alone, so cold and alone. 
Bitter winds sweep around my thin skirt, I am a glacial stone
Yet, in the apathies of this curse, I sense one thing
The rough yet warm cloth wraps around me

Rat-tat-tat goes the sound of feet

dancing to the drums of her own beat

Lah-oh-lah goes the warbling song

of a Goose who's name is Swan

Tra-la, oh-lay!

Now a song shall play!

Oh-lah, ho-hay!

Here she comes, now pray!

No fair white maiden is she, oh no, no!

Fury and fire in her brown eyes, glow

You'd better watch out, all you Noldor fair

Or precious things she'll snatch from your hair!

Tra-la, oh-lay!

Fire, terror, destroys my home and plunders

A dark shadow, dark lover, pulls me under

I was happy, then I was lost

I was glorious, then I was rot

Regrets are my friends

I remember the bitter end

I carry on these long months

I feel despair, can I have it my way for once?

My house is crumbled, my crafts are stolen

All I have built up has been torn down, fallen

In need of power, ring of flounder

All I have built up is nothing but ground powder

Do you spread joy, or seek to annoy?

Diddle-liddle-dee! My, you are free!

Tick of the clock or click of the tongue?

Tick-click-tock! Just a bit of fun!

Sweet as nectar, nay, you are better!

Diddle-liddle-dee! Fly off like a bee!

Stomp of the foot or beat of a drum?