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THE FIRST CANDLE EVE MEETING


He had ventured far from
   the place he once called home
as travels found him more than lost
   again from woods he had emerged.

Near the clearing by river’s ford
   on a moonlit night he spied
A bathing fair maiden glistening
   neath the starlight’s night.

He should have turned away
   or made himself known but
gazed all the more his longing grew
   for she sang aloud as if
just for him of some woodland elf.

Arched back with firmness high
   the maiden’s form and voice
were both a spell of enchantment
   as Fayendar feasted eyes wide
Enava he whispered her name to be
  till morning love she became his.

Fayendar embraced Enava his wife
  she who gifted him a daughter
Elbrekah – ‘Child of Elven Love’
   so named as though she would never
know him upon the approach of war.

He love both mother and child
  dearly and eighteen years she passed
till the war could no longer be ignored
   or brother his broken oath mended.

From Uruk’s harsh rocky plains
   through the gorge of Mount Jebul’s range
he did cross over the troll’s stone bridge
   of the Blue River’s rapids into the
dark forest of Norwood’s twisted roots
   as southward he turned and ventured
for the island of Eul and Ra`More

The Last Stronghold of his forgotten kin.

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