Menelduliniel nodded to Estelarion, who began again, Hinura soon accompanying, as she seemed to know the song.
Ir i'Ithil erin fuin fanui
Síllant or i'cew en yrn dol
Nîn linnedh eraid erib
Echadedh guren dringo bell an avorn
Si istin raden bar nîn na vedui
Le ones nîn rama en thoron
A im gwilathon aen ar linathon aen
Ar ae im gimen i'hûl aew fuin
An i'eryn im gwilen
Ar ned i'fuin raden le an.
Ar yassen meleth vín u-na niben.
U-naid thinid u-methed
Be i’Ithil an i’aeron
Libid vín nai mîn, huin vín nai mîn
Darithon hwest en Ithil o le.
Menelduliniel finished lighting her rods as she concluded the song. She whispered to Estelarion, "Shall we sing again?"
"Let us wait and see what Mithrandir desires," Estelarion whispered back.
"What are those things?" Menelduliniel finally asked of the spirits.
"What?" Estelarion said, completely without knowledge of these beings. Menelduliniel dropped the subject and turned to Mithrandir.
"Mithrandir?" Menelduliniel asked, "What shall we do? What is the plan for us? What exactly are we to do?"
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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