The Lay of Alyintitton and Valareinhildë
By Odell Sneeden Hathaway, III
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Dedicated to that 1st little girl I fell in love with and never forgot. Copyright © 2007 Elbereth, oh Elemmíre, my hope
and my despair. Long ago you rescued, me you
raised me to the air. Deep and dark my life had been, bereft
of woman's care! Until I heard you call to me, like sunshine through the air. Conflict it stirred deep in me, a son of
Surak's line. To love was not to be for me, even if
that love were thine. For years I hid my self from you, what
torture I endured. None should know the truth, the
secret locked within. No Vulcan hart did beat in me, it was a
man's instead. Long ago I laid it down, I thought that it was dead. But deep in side it called to you, with
wonder and with dread. Till at last I set it free, my quest
it had begun. When I saw your face again, it felt like heady wine. To me you were a goddess, much more then human kind. Like Lúthien Tinúviel, you seemed to me divine. In beauty you were a kin to her, who Beren's hart did find. But woe was me because you see, my heart it could not sing. My voice was mute my heart cried out, but I never said a thing. Alone at last the darkness fell, Surrounding me with dread. My tears came not, my hope was gone, I found that you had fled. My prays flew up to Valinor, to bring you home to me. Our destiny seemed sure to me, my wife someday you’d be. Iluvátar the god of all, had made us for this hour. Though years might pass, our love would come to flower! For years and years I searched for you, and then
near by you stood. My heart was broke your smile was gone, The sun it seem quite dead. I tried my best to speak to you, so lost in side my dread. Not a word did come from me, and then once more you fled. Alone at last I called to you, Perhaps you did not hear. Not a word did come from you, and so
my doom was near. My quest was done no hope was left! My soul it was quite bear. With hope all gone and pain renewed, I tried to bring an end. I turned my mind away from you, to try and live again. I stood erect upon my feet, and finally closed the door. At last I found another face, Like yours I could adore. A woman's heart would sing to me, I found once more the air. But Melkor came and Golum too, to eat my lady fair. Though long and hard we fought with them, We only found despair. A final stand I made for her, but hopeless was that hour. Bereft of life her sprit fled, The doom of men she chose. Then I looked and saw you near, a vision
to rejoice. Your ship seemed strong your power true, and me
with out a voice. I looked again, and low
I found a mate there by your side. Your children sang, but none were mine, your
life it seemed quite whole. At least with out a place for me, and now
I just grow old. Alone again, no hope I find of Valareinhildë
to hold. Again I searched for someone new, to fill my aching void. None now know what fate will bring, hope or deep despair. But you should know, Valareinhildë. My love you will always be, even if we do not meet till we are crossed the sea. Alya: Rich. Alyintitton: Little and Rich (Male). Beren: The human husband
of Luthien Tinuviel. From them come the Half Elvin and the Kings of men
including Aragorn. Elbereth: Star Lady. Elemmíre: Star-jewel. Hilde/Hierl: Follower. Iluvátar: The one God. Lúthien Tinúviel: The most beautiful woman ever in Middle earth. Melkor: The greatest of Iluvatar’s children (the devil). Quenya: The language of the High
Elves. Surak: The father of Vulcan philosophy. Titta: Little. Valaina or Valar: The divine the Children of Iluvátar. Valareinhildë : Follower of the Valar (female). Valinor: The land of the Valar (heaven). I would like to thank Harold Ensle for his Quenya to English dictionary. http://home.netcom.com/~heensle/lang/elvish/elvish.html And http://www.uib.no/People/hnohf/elfnam.htm for there Instructions on how to convert a
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