The Imp has decided to be my muse for this, rather than work his magic on a re-write himself. He says that he wants me to be the authoress of everything, but he ‘was more than happy to give his constructive criticism and fantastic creative genius for song alteration’. His words (almost) exactly. HA! Nightfahls muse has prodded mine into writing ‘Moonlit Paths’! (With a bonus poem born of pieces culled from the ’song’)
I’m still battling with Chapter 6, which is Nolemire’s account of the welcome feast and possibly the meeting with the Lord and Lady of The Golden Wood. There will be the introduction of 3 new elves (more brothers!) and perhaps more of Aure. What is Galangal up to now? What were Mire and Aearions punishments? Do we care about Galangals? Stay tuned!
So…I’ve been sitting in the passenger seat of a truck for a week, mumbling and counting off syllables on my fingers ( looking positively mad I am sure) This is all that I have to show for it… I will do the cop out thing and preface it with:
Found among Aearions belongings in the Guards Quarters was a worn and battered piece of parchement. Half of it appeared to be missing, and among the blotches of ink and apparent wine stains, Lord Glorfindel found the following verses scrawled across the tattered page:
Across the seas
I drift and sail
And dream of Elvin Maids
Their forms are fair
Their lips are soft
Their beauty never fades
They walk with grace
And sylph-like charm
They tempt me with a glance
Their lips are soft
Their eyes are bright
Their hips sway in their dance
I’ll toast to them
With miruvor
Express my thoughts with rhyme
I’ll dance and sing
And drink fine wine
To while away the time
I’ll wait for one
To call me forth
And claim me for her own
I’ll find myself
Within her arms
Be-spelled by dulcet tone
Come walk with me
My sweet fair maid
Beneath the velvet sky
Come dance with me
I’ll hold you close
Beneath the stars we’ll lie …
