MUSINGS OF EXILE

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elparsaer’dantir

Malaurir Arasdir Miravaris

as put to pen on the 21st day of the First Seed in the year 271 of the Second Age

 

 

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              f the foundering of the Golden Pools knowledge has long passed beyond recall, and eludes now even the wisest amongst our kin, but scarcely can one deem that such hallowing was a trifling quirk of stone, to have been hewn idly by the caverns’ deep. There was purpose wrought in those caverns, and it is folly to believe mere chance alone laboured in that hour. A will, far more subtle and vast for even mali’thill reckoning, sought to undo the marring of the world and rekindle a design unaddled by the fell and foul.

 

It was, then, not helmed by fortune and chance alone, but by the careful weaving of unseen tapestry, that Larihei harkened the call. A power through the Golden Pools sought to breathe truth and wholeness into the unfinished creation, but left no guiding word, or, if ever our people were privy to their design, such is lost to the turning of the ages. 

Of the great powers that roam so freely our world we cannot ask for counsel, for no greater is their charge than that of our own - however gleaming the threads, still bound they are by the breadth of the tapestry, and beyond it they cannot see. 

Thus, those few who saw the peril of Malin’s withered mind followed Her, and their weariness was eased by those gleaming waters, their fate to be forever shifted. For a time maehr’sae hiylun’ehya spread, and all flourished beneath the Light of the Pools. Words were first laid and song was first sung.

Then came the sundering. The world was bereaved of the First Silver City and the boon forlorn beneath its ruin would not see renewal, leaving stewardship of its blessed light in so very few. A grim vigil is held over hope in the gathering gloom. 

Is it loathe which forestalls a new foundering of the Pools? Has this veiled creator taken leave of hope?

 

Answers to belief come, as many as blades of grass. Malaurir Braxus Ni’leya, after the long years took their toll upon his mind and shriveled his soul, turned to misguided conceit. He saw in Larihei the foremost mason of this Path, and unto Her he afforded reverence beyond what was owed. It is true that the elves were then delivered from Malin’s wroth, and in no small part did The First Maheral avail in laying the stepstones to purifying the world, but Hers was a calling no greater than those she shepherded. 

 

Around us houses for the unseen are built more splendid than those of the living, and wanton ruin is wrought as means for nearness to the divine. Offerings lay rotting upon cold stone-hewn altars and the hungry tarry untended.

Should this shaping force which abides beyond the rain curtain of the world be gladdened, then, by vain clamour?

 

Perhaps it is needless to ponder, and to mull over yellowed scroll and of the skies to ask questions of our duty, but we may hold that silver that is true does not wither, and that through our toil is long night forestalled, until all the hearts worn thin by evil will be eased through our grace unhoarded, or until this long slumber is ended and again purity is granted to the world entire.

 

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ha'lehne ito kae u'chil'ii ern'osanere