Lament of Erendriel

[Treshure 5817]

Reference this post first:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/244489-call-of-the-sea-in-search-of-the-almenodrim 

 

 

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2_ItDgEMXc

 

 

 

 

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AND TO WHOM THE CALL OF SUMMONS HAD BEEN RECEIVED, AMONGST THE VAST WASTES OF THE ALMENODRIM, IT WAS DULY ANSWERED. ERENDRIEL’S people were vast, and loved the woods and fielded plains dearly, and word fastened quickly to and fro the horse-bound people. The ancestors of their storied pasts were alive, and well, and eagerly calling? So did the sons of Erendriel begin to stir — shifting in their verdant grasses and heeding the stars once again. For the love of light was always upon their hearts, and they roamed steadfast in its direction without heed for the homes which they left. The Sons of Malin in all find little recourse alone. Ever the loneliness and solitude of their curse impress upon them, and ever they seek to renew the bonds with brethren for which time has cruelly torn apart. 

 

UPON THE EVERGREEN GLADES DID THE SONS OF ERENDRIEL GATHER, HEARKENING TO ONE ANOTHER UNDER STARLIGHT. Over long months and years did they recall their tales. Some Sons took to themselves, and eased between wooded shadows as phantoms of the past. Yet others drew together, with song and bandy, and filled the forests with silver light and laughter upon their trek. No temperament was spared the call, for all are drawn to the minds of their kindred for whom they hold dear. 

 

GREAT SONG DREW UPON THE MOUNDS, AND POETRY FILLED THE WOODS, THE SONS OF ERENDRIEL MINSTRELING AS THEY WALKED – AND ALL THE FOXES AND OWLS AND CREATURES WONDERED AT THEIR COMING. At once they departed the Annonath, the glade of returning, from which all paths of the Erendhrim sundered. At long whiles they had finally reached a surveying point of their desire, mounting it and beholding the cloudless stars that vaulted the sky above. For this they named the green mound ELENONDЁ, star-hill, from which the lights of Sylvaen shone undiminished onto his people. From there in sunken twilight did the far peaks of Numenost glimmer, far and cast away, as one glimpse of promise before the plunge.

 

AND SO BEGAN THEIR LONG WAY.

 

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We have been scattered amongst the wind,

Aye, the Enemy has thrown us down.

He hath hewn our feet aneath our legs,

and made our swords long and bitter.

 

 

Our paths have been long,

Our path has been sundered.

Where art thou, Sylvaen, Son of the Morning?

Thou hast fallen and been ensnared, 

Your golden hall has turned to grey.

 

 

Your laughter fails now in memory,

O’, who has life to tell it?

What places we came and can never come?

 

 

In leaguered trees,

Where oft the spring?

Of yellow flower bloom

The bluer ocean sings of green

Before the sullen doom.

 

 

And now we draw us forth

Ere the call of kin,

The sea foam calls,

The bird flock draws,

To dreams and hopes therein.

 

 

When came the call of Elves?

Where are my brothers nigh?

The proudest courts, the silver gleam,

For time hath passed them by.

 

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Spoiler

This post serves as the catalyst for the Sons of Erendriel, the Erendhrim, who once was the youngest son of Sylvaen. The post is an invitation to those who would like to make characters within this clan and explore the culture we are creating. If so, please reach out to me on PM or Discord. This is in larger part connected to the Almenodrim and the efforts undertaken in Numendil.

 

Writing: Treshure

Formatting: Cheese1sgrater

 

 

 

[MarcusOct 7]

What a wonderful concept