The True-tellers
Posted On: July 1st, 2009
The Time of Awakening along the Shore - what could have the first Elven eyes glimpsed dim in the starlight of Varda Elentari? What difference of you and I then? The sweet succor of no-difference is the poet’s riddle to attend the audience. Purity-bound The.
The trees awoke with us after their long Sleep of Yavanna, unspoken? A false tale - the trees spoke The along the Cuivienen and forest-ranges from sea to sea as the Elves taught difference to themselves. Wind and rain and starlight touched the trees as they touched Elven-kind, and yet we failed to speak first as the trees spoke The under the caress of these elements. Listen peaceful of the wind rustle of leaves and the tap of rain, you will hear the True-tales of the world. The True-tellers of speech are not first the Elves, but the trees and the grass below them.
The True-tales do not story-weave difference as one part against another part - a whole tale, to each combined.
Rain and wind settle to the leaf of tree.
The water slips to grass.
Purity-bound The.
~ from the journal of Erynir Tree-speaker, Elf of the Galadhrim
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