Minhiriath The nation is a vast plain between the Brandywine and Gwathló rivers that once were one of the richest lands of Middle Earth, but today is a barren populated area dotted with abandoned after the Great Plague and subsequently looted.
Curiosity led me by many these villages in ruins, where I saw the greatness and forgotten in this region, however I strayed too far from the road and when I knew it I was on land that was completely unknown to me so I decided to camp and wait to throw the huge starry sky some light to my confused sense of direction.
I settled on what appeared to be a farm whose owners had gone for many years and half of that silent wasteland reached my ears a shimmering melody. I must confess that I found quite disturbing to hear, and initially tried to ignore ignored and tried to convince himself and think that it was a figment of my imagination, but after a few minutes it seemed to me hours left to find the cause of such sounds.
I left the house and around me the sky looked like it would fall on me, a huge starry sky shining on my head and I was entranced by the sight: thousands of points of light that wove about me a cloak of constellations and figures endless, impossible to quantify, it was then that I remembered a beautiful song that was more fun my way toward the source of that sound:
Ai! Laurie lantar lassi súrinen
yéni únótimë see rámar aldaron!
yéni see lintë yuldar avánier
my oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Anduña pella, Vardo tellumar
luini yassen tintilar i nu eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met,
ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Yes vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Valimar hiruvalyë Nai!
elyë hiruva Nai! Namárië!
time I finished the song I found on the northern boundary of Eryn Vorn, or dark forest. In the distance I could hear the roaring waves of the great sea raging and dashing against the rocks, and the melody, which struck me as terrible as he sang the sea itself. And I got off my horse and continued on foot.
I followed the melody and suddenly I found myself in the middle of a dome that seemed to be made from a fabulous glass to emulate the ways of trees. Hanging branches glass structures that clash came in resonance and sounded like bells. Was immersed in this show that I was shocked and almost did not give me a heart attack when a hand touched my shoulder.
an elf was extremely tall and slender, beautiful as the other species that make up your hair so blond it was almost white. I spoke with a velvety tone and when I calmed himself as Eldeyuir, keeper of the sky.
- am one of the few elves Vanyar who remained in Middle-earth and did not go to Valinor, we wake in Culmaren with the first gleam of the stars, however a few, very few, stayed here to take care of this shrine that has remained intact for many millennia.
discussed until well nightfall. Eldeyuir was friendly and said he enjoyed having a guest because not a lot to argue with anyone. The few that were left there long ago to the Grey Havens to later leave for the Undying Lands. It was then I realized that in the center of this vault was a kind of crystalline pond where swimming like fish shiny stones that glowed with a soft glow. Eldeyuir asked what exactly that.
- That Arvedui are fei, thinking entities created artificial Vanyar wisdom. This fei, for example - and pointed to one of the illuminated objects - is a dwarf who dwells in the depths of a mountain with your clan. The other is a man, a resident of a huge port city of Tülgareth name. They all live in that other world we call Eldeen and communicate with each other, but ignore the existence of our world and the very existence of us .
Impressed by what he had to tell, the exhaustion of travel and sleepless night finally made a dent in Eldeyuir asked me and let me rest. The elf gladly agreed, realizing my situation, and offered me a comfortable place to rest in the forest.
When I woke up the next week I looked for Eldeyuir and vault but however much I tried I found no trace or one or the other, so I gave up and got ready to continue with my journey southbound.
The next night, just before a starry sky, paranoia swept over me: Who knows if I was one of the IEF in a pond in the middle of a forest lost who do not know Delusional is the product of a draft genius or artist, And the stars that cover our skies? Could it be remote and inaccessible worlds inhabited by other people? Overwhelmed by the immensity and complexity of the world and unable to find these answers, I could not do anything to re-immerse myself in my dreams.
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