noldo

The cold, oh! The cold, it bites
All around me and in my young heart
Chill me, burn me, break me, take me
The sorrow runs deep as the frosty waves below, pounding and harsh.

Alone, so cold and alone. 
Bitter winds sweep around my thin skirt, I am a glacial stone
Yet, in the apathies of this curse, I sense one thing
The rough yet warm cloth wraps around me

The night air bit my skin. Winds caressed me, blowing my blonde hair in my face. The stars sparkled like Noldorin jewels as I darted through the field. I had snuck out. I had waited for my parents to fall asleep, then I slipped from the house, and from town, to explore. Ah, yes, the wind ruffled my nightgown. I pulled it up, my bare ankles getting stained by the tall grasses. I ran, laughter filling the meadows as I tasted freedom.

This poem was not Aurthiel's writing, but the writing of her former lover, Alasornaion. While investigating and clearing his possessions, investigating his treason, this poem had been found, written in Sindarin and hidden away. Not only did the poem convict him guilty, but it explained his reasons for what he had done. Aurthiel always kept the poem with her, even wrote music to it and performed to herself.

Aurthiel played this song for her daughter, then known as her niece, while training her in Eriador.

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