Meditating. Legs crossed, eyes shut. The sounds of the waterfall roaring oddly soothes this Elven male. His inner eye reflects onto the recent happening in his life, they firstly glance upon an Oath he has taken up. "So shall it be." His mind states plainly to him. That inner eye shifts to the next development, the first thing it sees is a beautiful, smiling, golden haired Hiril staring back lovingly. The Elf slowly smiles as his inner eye stays locked onto that scene. It reluctantly moves forward to another Hiril of golden hair. She looks similar to the Elf himself.

Oh Crumbs!
*Please note that the bridge must be performed with a pie in your mouth to be sung properly, preferably a cheese and onion one with a firm crust.  And if you prefer mushrooms to lamb kidneys in your pie, you may substitute the words out, of course.*

This is a transcription of the Red-haired Maid lyrics, as it is sung in havens from Linhir to Umbar

In far Andrast lived a girl,

With a heart of fire and fire in her hair

She was so fair and full of grace

#Walking through the Shire, on a warm afternoon#
#All the children are out playing and enjoying the sun#
#And their parents are all smiling, they go happily their ways#
#It's a day for life's enjoyment, it's like all the Shire days#

#Yes we do like our lives more peaceful#
#And we do not enjoy haste#
#If there's one thing makes us hurry#
#It's if there is pie to taste#
#So if you're coming to the Shire#
#Just adopt our gentle pace#
#Do remember life is precious#

(You see a piece of paper balled up on the ground, thrown away in frustration.  You open it up, and find a song or a poem, mostly scratched out.  Clearly a minstrel wrote this, or was working on it, and got frustrated, unnable to find the right words.)

Of the Sun and Moon

~L

Marvelous rays!

Devine Perfect fire!

A heat and a wonder wihto without compare!

I will never tire weary of thee.

Marvelous beams!

the ballad of wines

      by remnantus urahara

when comes to drinking wine , there are many kinds

some prefer white ,which is all right

others care for red, which goes well with seeded bread

but i prefer the kinds that swirl and dance in your head

 the tavern song written by remnantus urahara one rainy night at the golden perch.

give us some ale , and we'll tell you a tale

offer us some mead , and we'll take all we need

but give us some beer , and we'll all have some good cheer!!!

Swords will swing

and skies will burn 

Some will sing 

And others turn

But here I stand with my brother 

where we will fight for one another

I may die and be forgotten