Most Men do not hear the Music, but for elves it is everywhere, in everything. Religion is different here. It is practiced. In Arda, most simply take their cues from the elves, though the Valar never offered them friendship.
My cousin and I
There is something wrong with the Grey Wardens. They are corrupted, a song- not the Song, but a song that is wrong and wretched coming from them. I understand you were among the group that dealt with the last Blight. I would be curious to know if this is recent.
I would not be surprised if it is the same Void- let there be only one well of nothingness. When the Song was sung and the Enemy gave voice to the discord, it is possible that worlds beyond Arda were made, a thousand thousand descants created by a moment of poorly directed Creation, and all of them now freely tumble and mix through the Rifts.
The Foe wished only for dominance and destruction. There was no subtlety to his mind, no paying of prices, no kindness to the weak or children. He bound back both sets of what the Dalish call gods, but took up no mantle himself. That is not what the Foe would have done.
Forgotten is forgotten. One purpose of the elves in Arda is to keep the histories, lest Men forget them. I mourn for all the libraries that might have been lost. I would be glad to tell you of what every elfling knows about the Creation; a gift freely offered without expectation of repayment. I would tell the elves wishing to know first, for you have less claim to our histories, but I respect your scholar's inclinations.
This is interesting news indeed, for the elves are known as the One's first children, and Men the second-born among my people. And as for reembodiment, I mean simply that. The flesh is weak and can be destroyed, but the spirit is eternal. This is when a new body is crafted for the elf that has- I suppose the best word is died, though a better one might be severed. One of the Valar crafts it as it was before the destruction, and then flesh and spirit are reunited.
[ very, very basic, because he's going to keep some things to himself. ]
No. I have not heard this tale. And I confess I cannot express equal joy for the reappearance. Though smaller and stupider, they can still burn farmstead and city alike to the ground.
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My cousin and IThere is something wrong with the Grey Wardens. They are corrupted, a song- not the Song, but a song that is wrong and wretched coming from them. I understand you were among the group that dealt with the last Blight. I would be curious to know if this is recent.
I would not be surprised if it is the same Void- let there be only one well of nothingness. When the Song was sung and the Enemy gave voice to the discord, it is possible that worlds beyond Arda were made, a thousand thousand descants created by a moment of poorly directed Creation, and all of them now freely tumble and mix through the Rifts.
The Foe wished only for dominance and destruction. There was no subtlety to his mind, no paying of prices, no kindness to the weak or children. He bound back both sets of what the Dalish call gods, but took up no mantle himself. That is not what the Foe would have done.
Forgotten is forgotten. One purpose of the elves in Arda is to keep the histories, lest Men forget them. I mourn for all the libraries that might have been lost. I would be glad to tell you of what every elfling knows about the Creation; a gift freely offered without expectation of repayment. I would tell the elves wishing to know first, for you have less claim to our histories, but I respect your scholar's inclinations.
This is interesting news indeed, for the elves are known as the One's first children, and Men the second-born among my people. And as for reembodiment, I mean simply that. The flesh is weak and can be destroyed, but the spirit is eternal. This is when a new body is crafted for the elf that has- I suppose the best word is died, though a better one might be severed. One of the Valar crafts it as it was before the destruction, and then flesh and spirit are reunited.
[ very, very basic, because he's going to keep some things to himself. ]
No. I have not heard this tale. And I confess I cannot express equal joy for the reappearance. Though smaller and stupider, they can still burn farmstead and city alike to the ground.