Aurthiel's Songbook


A published songbook, fanciful and elegant, likely found in an elven library. Complete with notes and music sheets, these are the songs the hiril Aurthiel have written or adapted as a minstrel.

A Sleepless Night

What kind of Adventure is this?: 

Stuck in the mire that is my thoughts. 
My mind losing all its been taught
By me.

All the fears, suffocating
While my heart, itself, stands hating.
Never did I want this path,
But fate always gets last laugh.  

If these are growing pains,
Why do I not stand taller?
If, to strength, it pertains,
Why shatter me and make me smaller?

Many would offer words
Of comfort, to me.
But I stand so alone. 
Can't they see?

Cyfieithu: Suo Gân

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
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Sleep child upon my bosom,
It is cosy and warm;
Mother's arms are tight around you,
A mother's love is in my breast;
Nothing shall disturb your slumber,
Nobody will do you harm;
Sleep in peace, dear child,
Sleep quietly on your mother's breast.

Sleep peacefully tonight, sleep;
Gently sleep, my lovely;
Why are you now smiling,
Smiling gently in your sleep?
Are angels above smiling on you,
As you smile cheerfully,

Gwreiddiol: Suo Gân

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
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Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,

Cyfieithu: Marwnad Lleucu Llwyd

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
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Deadest summer, brightest bard,

Deadest world for me your bard. 

Deepest sadness, of my age,

This month written on my page.

No light in Gwynedd today, 

Gwreiddiol: Marwnad Lleucu Llwyd

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
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Llyma haf llwm i hoywfardd,

a llyma fyd llwm i fardd.

E'm hybeiliawdd, gawdd gyfoed,

am fy newis mis o'm oed.

Nid oes yng Ngwynedd heddiw

To work

What kind of Adventure is this?: 

Knock, knock, knock. The tough wooden door made a ringing sound in the otherwise bare stone tower. It smelled like dust, as if very few would visit this part of the Pillar hall. It would be a correct assumption, of course. Hardly anyone would be let in to see the swallows, owls or hawks kept within, but its very dedicated keeper. Which seemed to not be in at the moment.

Chant of the Wind

What kind of Adventure is this?: 

From fair free lands, from far froathy waters - wreathing, rounding rocks - the wayward wind comes a-writhing


From dankest dells, from dim deeps - drowneds’ dusky dwelling - it’s shadow spins a solemn story, now screaming shrilly, now sleeping soundly


”Come o wanderer-wind, come tell thine thrilling tidings!”

Freyga's Saga


A saga sung in verse of the adventures of the Eorlings in Breeland. 

[Poem] For My Beloved Calaerneth

What kind of Adventure is this?: 


Seasons In Rivendell - A Poem For My Beloved Calaerneth.


If I was the bloodstained earth,

You would be my blooming trees.

To joy and love, you gave birth.

Lady of life, light of the Seas.


If I was the deep blue sea,

You would be my starry sky.


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