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SHAY: First Priest or Prophet? (Claimed by both)


FROM: 
THE WATCHER'S BOOK: The Book of Tales:

   There was a poor farmer just outside the walls of the towered city name Shay. One day Shay told his wife, Anya he was going to market for more supplies. Walking with stick in hand Shay journeyed down the wall-stone road from Mithar to Lindol as was his custom. Up ahead was a single stranger. Shay thought it odd that there were no wagons or other people on the road, but he continued even so. From time to time the grey cloaked figure up ahead would slow down and turn to look back at Shay, all without a greeting or sign. Having his pointed hood up, no face could be seen.
    Shay called out, “Yo stranger, is there something wrong; something you need?” Suddenly to his shock the cloaked man burst into flames. There was no fright, no crying out or any reaction of pain from the stranger.   The man kept walking down the stone road as though nothing had occurred.   Several steps later, and still he continued walking down the road, albeit consumed in fire. There was no reaction from the torched man to the shock of the farmer Shay.
    Shay ran to the stranger to help put out the fire. He called out, “For God’s sake man – let me help you!”
   In that moment the roaring figure of the burning man was utterly extinguished. The only remaining form was filled with a boiling, wisp of smoke.  As the farmer approached and stopped, the once figure of a man calmly turned to face the sure footed farmer and said, “For God’s sake”? Yes, yes you may help.  Stand still oh child of man and know before whom you are now standing for it is I myself; Illuva, the One and Always. I am that one you feared most, and in a lifetime have come to know the least. I call you, oh child of man to go and tell them who have corrupted the deeds of my name and they are warned to turn from their wicked ways!” With that the smoke form was gone before the wide eyes of the poor farmer.  Shay stood all alone on the road.

   Rising from where he had been bowed in prayer, Shay realized he had just seen a vision.  Many wagons and people were passing along on either side of the stone road, going to and from both cities.  Looking down at the place where he was standing, Shay saw that the very pave stones were deeply scorched.  Passerby’s stared at him strangely.  One called out, “Fool, stop burning things!”
   Forgetting all else he returned home back to Mithar.  Upon telling what happened to him to his wife; Anya said, “You are very gifted and a blessed husbandman, but why would the Creator manifest himself so and speak to a poor man like you and not unto the king?”
   “Because,” came a voice from the door way, “of your humility, my friend.”  It was Olma the candle maker.
   “Forgive me for not having yet purchased the supplies as you requested,” Shay said.
  “It is alright,” replied the merchant.  Entering the home upon Shay’s welcoming, Olma continued, “So, this visionary figure of yours called himself ‘Illuva’?”
   “Yes,” Shay did not back down, as his conviction grew, “Would you accompany me along the wall-stone road to see for yourself the place of meeting?  I did not burn the pave stones nor did another man melt them on that way.”
   “I do not know who burned them either, for all we have is your say so, and others will call you mad or a dreamer, perhaps both,” Olma said disbelieving. Adding, “It is just a curious thing you call the Father of All as opposed to one of the Vala.  I mean-”
   “If you believe me or not is no care to me, I simply shared my experience.  If it makes you happy or offends you, that is no matter to me.  As me – and my wife, we shall praise Illuva as the One and Always, for he far exceeds any of the Vala whom he sang into being.  They were his children and we his grandchildren.  The Vala made us but we were only gifts back to him from them!  Amazing as those angels are, they should not be worshiped as Illuva alone should be, for he is God!”  Shay said as Anya embraced him.
   Olma replied, ‘I am not offended by the faith of your experience, Shay.  Not everyone has had your vision.  I have not had such, but you tell it as you wish I only give you caution is doing so.” Olma smiled and left the home, disbelieving in his heart.

   Two weeks later Olma and another man, Vethdema by name journeyed together from Mithar to Lindol for a council meeting to strengthen trade between to two cities. Olma relayed the story he had overheard the farmer Shay telling his wife, and he asked Vethdema what he thought of the matter.  As Olma was talking, the two of them came upon the very melted place of which he spoke.  The pave stones, that once made up the first outer wall of Mithar were deeply scorched.  The two men stopped where they stood.

  Before Vethdema could speak in turn, there suddenly came shaft of light from heaven bursting through the clouds.  Everyone along the road stopped as well to gaze upon the wonder, for in that moment a flaming stone was hurled to the ground below.  Out beyond the road beside Vethdema, the ground burst open wide with fire leaving a gaping hole twice as broad and deep as a wagon!  From the pit’s dying fire a pillar of black smoke rose up.  Before everyone, the boiling pillar of smoke took to shape of a man, not its form.


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   From this brief story beginning, other versions were added and expanded to about the character Shay, the poor farmer who 'saw God'.  In, The Book of Priests, the Priesthood claimed him as the forerunner of Vethdema, the first declared priest.  Yet, later it was the first Elder-Lord High Priest, Vethdema who had Shay killed for speaking against the King Vendumar.  Still, in The Book of Prophets, it is expanded that he was the forerunner of Kashon, the first declared Prophet.

FIRST spoken by Shay and often quoted: "Mighty are the scales that balance either way in the hands of God; who knows the heart of man." ~Mereith to Fayendar.

THE VILE OF SORROW



  It was said on the day Lord Symodare passed away that his granddaughter, Lyreah took and collected the mournful tears of everyone who remained behind because of him.  On the anniversary of his loss the vile of sorrow radiates with its own light to remember the joy he brought everyone who knew him."


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SHANA

   A child fell into a well.  It was on a high holy day of no work as all the villagers stood around looking down the well.  They cried and welled at being able not to do anything. If this had happened on any other day, they exclaimed.
  A woman, named Aerie drew close to the well.  Pushing her way through the crowds she looked into it.  At the bottom of the near empty cavern the child called out for help for the last time and then expired.  The mother moaned all the more at the pitiful act as the father poured dirt over his crying face. 
   Aerie came to the parents of the child and said, “Shana says she only wanted to retrieve the last bit of water from this near empty well her sick brother, Nonah back home.  In falling in she was left all alone by the people she knew and loved the most.”
  The father cried out, “It is a holy day of no work and we are forbidden even in this to do!”
   The mother asked through tears, “How do you know this and their names?”
   Aerie answered, “God knows.  Rejoice for both shall be saved this day if only you give faith that it be so.”  The mother nodded, and then continued crying.   Waving her hand in the direction of the near empty well, Aerie said, “God is the water of Life,” With that she walked away and headed to Mithar and Lindol.

  In that very moment the astonished people of Sinjar pulled away from the well as a crowd, for it overflowed with an abundance of fresh water.  Rushing out of the well came also the body of the six year old little girl, Shana.  Both mother and father embraced their living daughter, praising God above for the miracle done at the word of Aerie. 

Beginning the Word by Word writing...

THE WATCHERS
[Translated: Sinenya ‘Elvish’]


  1 Herein lies the requiem of Middle-Earth’s parting elves, and the days that
1 Hans cata om’Miogarder oaks ilel, uom ahemal tanya
followed thereafter.  I Adoromeir do give an account of those who stayed
2  yineany cestwatata .  Ye Adoromeir tynisa un nahur om thoyus banwe yiudveal
behind after the great departure of that vast fleet of swan-carved ships that
3 aedil neny som tura unaerush o’tanya rashef luksima om’elque cular tanya
sailed beyond the twin peaks of bay of Luhun.
4 yi`weran tar som`zeses molu om`aelon om`Luhun.

   Of all the true-born elves who refused to forsake Middle-Earth, twenty-
5 en`ilya som`munona ah`ilel banwe yi`avaw arqueta Miogarder, a`zeyes-
one chose to remain on the shores of men, and watched their loved ones
6 er tyasa n`vial ah`itas om`ner, um yi`rulan ron yi`avas er
sail away on that last night.
7 weran kelo on`tanya tora kanus.

   2 These are the names of those who forever became known simply as The
8 Eska am som iste oeska banwe cruslae lost sinwa hraia ira som
Watchers.
9 Arnuss.


   Beirdan and his wife, the Lady Holmath, and three of their eight sons:
10 Beirdan um ho ondos, som galay Holmath, um ses om ron suz ah`yondo:

Adoromeir, Finomal, Nathveiren, and Kielmeth their only sister.  Their five
11 Adoromeir, Finomal, Nathveiren, um  Kielmeth ron veor nisu.  Ron kes
other siblings chose to leave aboard the swan-carved ships of Cirdan the III.
12 owma ah`wenyo tyasa viks som yi`culor celmore om Cirdan som ses.
   With them were: Galadir and his wife, the Lady Valinada.  Seven years
13 Yassen toun ga: Galadir um ho ondos, som Valinada.  Zuz ah`anul

after the great departure, Nadan was the first born among that new era.
14 Neny som tura unaerush, Nadan naea som er`nona nutmin tanya bon heare.
   With them were: Elhuron and his wife, the Lady Lillikiss and her unborn
15 Yassen toun ga: Elhuron um ho, som ga Lillikiss um bo nona`ful

child, which later died in the pangs of labor.  Elhuron grew dark and hard
16 brek yaita luta ydath esm nuste om guru.  Elhuron Moala kana um serde


hearted against having stayed behind.  He took his own life by dagger’s blade after the passing of his wife and child.

   With them were: Symodare, Searifim, and Lyreah.  Symodare was counted as the oldest, being one hundred twenty years of age!  He had been born in the golden woods of Lothlorien, and arrived at the Grey Havens; later renamed Mithar.   At the last moment it was he who first refused to go aboard those awaiting ships.  Symodare was counted as the First of the Watchers.  It was Symodare who convinced Vendumar that a presence of elvendom should remain somewhere in the realm of men; even if it was only to be as a reminder of the Ancient ways. 

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SOUNDTRACK: DIII


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