Celeb looks around hunting for Kimmy.
"Hold on a minute!"
She runs of to the table.
"Hey Kimmy! I have a question! Were you kidding when you said that you found the perfect man?"
Kimmy looks shocked. "How did you know that I was kidding! I can lie to my mom and she dosent suspect a thing!"
Celeb laughs, "I pay attention! You have been checking out all of the elfs in here! Oh and you can quit looking at Fin! He is mine!" She smiles. "Would you care to join us? I'll introduce you to one of Fins friends!"
Kimmy looks thoughtful. "Sure!"
The two women walk back over to the table and Celeb smiles. "This is Kimmy one of my best friends in the world! Kimy this is Don!" She sits down next to Fin and smiles. "Now for that story I hope you dont mind I have a poem that is better!" Looks thoughtful "Ok! Heres my try!"
"Ned i ethuil uin idhrinn,
Ir i galadh rîn ah laiss,
Ned doron a lith,
I brethil, lalf a eregdos,
Centhagh i gwaith o Mirkwood, tond a bain.
Ir i thoronath cannar an i celebren ithil,
Ned i lhûn morchaint uin môr.
Hwind morchaint thiathar,
Ir i gwaith o Mirkwood linnar,
Ir linnar na i gail uin naur.
Man padatha ah nin,
Man padatha, an sen gwathren eyrn,
Tiri i hwind morchaint ennas?
Egor deri thurin ned i gelaidh a linna,
Ned i ethuil uin idhrinn?
I glîr uin i aewen si pathrar i taur,
A i rhû o gannel.
Lamath bain lastathar,
I lamath uin gwaith o Mirkwood.
Gelir tîn lamath a tîn edhellen pâd."
"I think you might want it in a toung that you can understand!" Celeb says looking around.
"In the spring of the year,
When the trees are crowned with leaves,
In the Oak and Ash,
The Birch, Elm and Holly,
You will see Mirkwood’s people tall and fair.
When the eagles call to the silver moon,
In the blue shadows of the night.
Twirling shadows will appear,
When Mirkwood’s people sing.
When they sing by the light of the fire.
Who will walk with me,
Who will walk to this shadowy wood,
To watch the twirling shadows there?
Or stay hidden in the trees and sing,
In the spring of the year?
The song of the birds now fills the forest,
And the sound of a harp.
Voices fair will be heard,
The voices of Mirkwood’s people.
Merry are their voices and their elvish ways."
Celeb sits down. "Will that do? I herd it from a travaler I met on the trip here!"
[ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: Celebmornie ]
__________________
Celebmornie
|