Wenizu Iyerot’e Newi (May 3010) {Odothel}
Apr 25, 2018 12:17:11 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Apr 25, 2018 12:17:11 GMT -5
The river flowed around her waist, then her thighs, her knees, her ankles, drifting away to the lake without her. Kelet held onto the hand which had grasped hers in turn as the other took her from the waters to the shore. The other stopped and released her, and Kelet stood with her toes squelching in the mud on the edge of the river. The feeling was cool; soothing. The other was looking upon her feet it seemed, and her face was sad.
“Worry no more, mellon. Your pain is done.”
Kelet looked upon her, unsure, as she released her hand and stooped to pick up the carven boat. “Bi chamaig oilgokhgüi baina,” she whispered. I do not understand you. Her voice was worried, lightly pained. She did not know if the golden eyed one was requesting something of her, or giving command of which she knew not how to follow.
Though it was that the other let her know what it was she must do; for she took up her hand again and began to lead her, breaking away from the stream; from the light of the open air and into the woods. The path was narrow, though it was easy to see it was trod by many feet as it led into the forest.
The wood was dark. Black squirrels were searching for food along the moss veiled trail. Kelet had come from a land under sun, and though her heart had ached for years for the deepening wood, she feared the way it closed in around them.
The golden eyed one began though to hum; the sound of her tune filling the air, and then came her words; though Kelet could understand naught; they were light and airy; and they made her think of her dreams. Music. Yes. She heard music in her dreams. She had not thought of it until this moment.
Kelet could not sing with her, but she found herself humming the tune that the golden eyed one was singing after a moment; quick was her ear turned to music. Even when the other had finished her song, Kelet hummed for a verse or two; the tune and rhythm was far different than what she was used to from the halls of Rhûn.
It could be that they shared a common tongue; that of music. And when the voice of the other had stilled the forest seemed to loom overhead, and Kelet picked up her own song again to fill the silence, of which she had earlier sung in the river.
“Angir shuvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Alsaas eejiigee duudaad baina
Kharaatsai shuvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Khartsaaraa yundaa duudaad bainaa
Galuu sguvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Gadsaas eejiigee duudaad bainaa
Khairtai khongor ur minee chi
Khaluun mantsuidaa untaarai minii khuu
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee.”
The eaves of the wood creaked and cracked above as they moved in the breezes, and the leaves crackled beneath her feet. Hardly did the light break through now; and Kelet's eyes gazed upwards to see the filtering trails of yellow and green which managed to leak through the leafy boughs.
Still, her hand was held fast; not burning, and Kelet looked back upon it, moving her fingers slightly against the warmth of hand; of life. It had been so long since she had touched skin; she could not recall what the smoothness of another's hand felt like. Her chain rung as she shifted, now grasping the hand of the singer between both of her own, and drawing nearer.
“End kharankhui baina. Narny gazraas kharankhui ... Bi oddyg kharalgüigeer alga bolno. Ünendee bi modny deeverees nögöö züg rüü yavna.”
It is dark in here. Darker than the sun lands... I will be lost without sight of the stars. Rather, would I go and depart from the eaves of the wood in the other direction. Kelet looked behind her down the path though even the tunnel of trees which had for a moment led to light on one end seemed dark. She frowned, clinging tighter to the woman's hand.
“Worry no more, mellon. Your pain is done.”
Kelet looked upon her, unsure, as she released her hand and stooped to pick up the carven boat. “Bi chamaig oilgokhgüi baina,” she whispered. I do not understand you. Her voice was worried, lightly pained. She did not know if the golden eyed one was requesting something of her, or giving command of which she knew not how to follow.
Though it was that the other let her know what it was she must do; for she took up her hand again and began to lead her, breaking away from the stream; from the light of the open air and into the woods. The path was narrow, though it was easy to see it was trod by many feet as it led into the forest.
The wood was dark. Black squirrels were searching for food along the moss veiled trail. Kelet had come from a land under sun, and though her heart had ached for years for the deepening wood, she feared the way it closed in around them.
The golden eyed one began though to hum; the sound of her tune filling the air, and then came her words; though Kelet could understand naught; they were light and airy; and they made her think of her dreams. Music. Yes. She heard music in her dreams. She had not thought of it until this moment.
Kelet could not sing with her, but she found herself humming the tune that the golden eyed one was singing after a moment; quick was her ear turned to music. Even when the other had finished her song, Kelet hummed for a verse or two; the tune and rhythm was far different than what she was used to from the halls of Rhûn.
It could be that they shared a common tongue; that of music. And when the voice of the other had stilled the forest seemed to loom overhead, and Kelet picked up her own song again to fill the silence, of which she had earlier sung in the river.
“Angir shuvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Alsaas eejiigee duudaad baina
Kharaatsai shuvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Khartsaaraa yundaa duudaad bainaa
Galuu sguvuuni degdeekhei shigee
Gadsaas eejiigee duudaad bainaa
Khairtai khongor ur minee chi
Khaluun mantsuidaa untaarai minii khuu
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee
ee buuvei buuveei ee.”
The eaves of the wood creaked and cracked above as they moved in the breezes, and the leaves crackled beneath her feet. Hardly did the light break through now; and Kelet's eyes gazed upwards to see the filtering trails of yellow and green which managed to leak through the leafy boughs.
Still, her hand was held fast; not burning, and Kelet looked back upon it, moving her fingers slightly against the warmth of hand; of life. It had been so long since she had touched skin; she could not recall what the smoothness of another's hand felt like. Her chain rung as she shifted, now grasping the hand of the singer between both of her own, and drawing nearer.
“End kharankhui baina. Narny gazraas kharankhui ... Bi oddyg kharalgüigeer alga bolno. Ünendee bi modny deeverees nögöö züg rüü yavna.”
It is dark in here. Darker than the sun lands... I will be lost without sight of the stars. Rather, would I go and depart from the eaves of the wood in the other direction. Kelet looked behind her down the path though even the tunnel of trees which had for a moment led to light on one end seemed dark. She frowned, clinging tighter to the woman's hand.