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Naruvir

Laiss iavais - Autumn Leaves (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on October 11th, 2010
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I laiss dhannol
The falling leaves
reviar að i chenneth

iArdh nîn (lîr o mîl) - My world (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on August 14th, 2010
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View over the vale of Rivendell, her present home.

Submitted by Naruvir on August 11th, 2010
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Falas - A beach (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on July 20th, 2010
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I thail nín thithin erin Amar •
My small feet on the ground
Bain! •
Wonderful!
Mathon i lith da thellyn nín •
Feeling the sand against my soles
limp a rhing ••
Wet and cold.

Celaid ned laer - lights in the summer (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on July 19th, 2010
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Naruvir is often heard singing and reciting old poetry amid her own natural novelty, and this is no exception. Every wordplay offers a fair insight to her playful and youthful mind. She sang the following by the feet of a waterfall:

iNarn Anor ah Ithil - the Tale of the Sun and the Moon (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on April 14th, 2010
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iNarn Arnor a Hithil Si lasto enni! Narathon narn o lhû io anann,
Now listen to me! I will tell a story from a time long ago,
ir i Ardhon neth ah i ngelaidh yrn.
when the world was young and the trees tall.
In elenath hílasser erui or aelin a thaur,
The stars shone in solitude over lakes and forests,

white lies

Submitted by Celebhir on April 9th, 2010
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The rain seems unending ... the horses restless as we wait, wait, wait. I am tired of this rocky cave, tired of the grey misty view, tired of waiting for Randir to return, tired of wondering where Araenion is. Where he is, what he is doing, whether he is hurt ... I know his bravery and his abilities, but always the worry. Sometimes their lives seem so fragile, and my hopes founded on sand ... and always, always seeing the tide approaching, waiting to wash this away forever.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

Early spring, 7th April, many meetings

Submitted by Naruvir on April 9th, 2010
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Echuir, ochui 'wirith - gevaith* laew

Winter, 19th March, the flute

Submitted by Naruvir on March 20th, 2010
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Rhîw, nederchae 'waeron - i himp
Rhîw, nederchae 'waeron - i himp

Bar nín - my home (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on March 20th, 2010
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Bar nín - My home OOC: My thanks goes to Dreamingfifi for her help and to Thorsten Renk for his amazing work on demystifying Sindarin!

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