Autumn sat on a bar stool sipping her drink, waiting to see if anyone would tell a tale or sing a story, but everyone seemed too caught up in their own conversation. Autumn turned to the barkeeper, and he laughed at the frustrated look on her face. Bending over the bar, he said in the hobbit lass's ear, "Why don't you introduce yourself, Autumn? Maybe even sing a little song. These travelers would enjoy that."
Autumn nodded, smiling, and stood up. Though she was not very tall, the guests were surprised at how loudly and clearly the hobbit lass's voice rang out in the room as she sang a song that her mother had once taught her in the beautiful language of the Elves. All talking in the room died away as Autumn's clear voice rang out the hall.
"Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen
Yeni u-not-ime ve ramar aldaron!
Yeni ve yuldar avanier
mi oro-mardi lisse-miruvore-va
Andune pella Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
oma-ryp aire-tari-lirinen."
Autumn's voice rose high, and the people could hear the sorrow and pain her voice as she told the story of an elf who could not cross the Sea to Valinor, though she wished to do so very much.
"Si man i yulma nin en~quant~uva?
An si Tintalle Varda Oio~losseo
ve fanyar ma~rya~t Elen~tari orante
ar ilye tier undu~lave lumbule
ar sinda~norie~llo caita mornie
i falma~li~nnar imbe met ar hisie
un~tupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
Si vanwa na Romello vanwa, Valimar!
Namarie! Nai hir~uva~lye Valimar.
Nai elye hir-uva. Namarie!"
Auutmn ended her song and looked around the silent inn, wondering what the guests had thought of her song.
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