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Gandalf_theGrey · 01-29-2003, 04:30 PM

* In answer to Kenelm's song, Gandalf spoke the following poem: *

Spring mirth turns into fall harvest
As watching sun changes each leaf
In sameness light sails away West
Dimmed leaves cling to branches in grief
A wind-song at duskfall awakens
Light borrowed shall refresh as rain
The leaves left for lost shall be shaken
And mirth shall spring forth once again.

My voice is not as clear as yours, fair Kenelm. I am called Mithrandir by some, Gandalf by others.

Oh! And I've nearly forgotten ... * Gandalf smiled, reached into a pouch, drew out three of the same metal rods resembling cattails that he handed round to the company, and presented the rods to Kenelm, son of Maladil, holding out the rods in the open, cupped palms of his hands. *

[ January 29, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

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01-29-2003, 04:30 PM	#11
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* In answer to Kenelm's song, Gandalf spoke the following poem: * Spring mirth turns into fall harvest As watching sun changes each leaf In sameness light sails away West Dimmed leaves cling to branches in grief A wind-song at duskfall awakens Light borrowed shall refresh as rain The leaves left for lost shall be shaken And mirth shall spring forth once again. My voice is not as clear as yours, fair Kenelm. I am called Mithrandir by some, Gandalf by others. Oh! And I've nearly forgotten ... * Gandalf smiled, reached into a pouch, drew out three of the same metal rods resembling cattails that he handed round to the company, and presented the rods to Kenelm, son of Maladil, holding out the rods in the open, cupped palms of his hands. * [ January 29, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]