Y Chelmachwie Part Four

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Essentially this is the final part of the Chelmachwie, when the task is finally fulfilled.

Submitted: November 13, 2007

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The Healing of Lepthoen:

So great was the joy of Beidwn to again possess of the Elaiar and the steed of Chélcalath that the stormwind strident was allayed, the rain showers inundating failed, and the dull overcast like mists dwindled into air, was gone, yielding to the awesome power of Eilumenon, God of the sun. anon the ruddy floodwaters the earth gulped clean, vanishing within the sodden mould. Her mirth effervescing she arose in glee, sprying now a lilt to her gait the Goddess weaved her embrace about the Gods and she held them nigh, at her breasts. Heedless wild mirth had pierced them through so the heavens rang in tears of joy. “Yea hear me friends, comrades, equals great is my joy that again we are as one and yet meseems that I canst not dispense of my sorrow. Four there were of thy kind, now only two remain. Surely ye found the others in thine ways. Pray say me of which befell Oröra and Osinganor and say on for I am in want of knowing.”

At this Iványa came forward, gazing in the eyes of her goddess she heaved her chest and her buxom breasts rose and fell. “They have chosen the path beyond thy providence, in Norfang they dwell amid their own kind.”

At learning that, Beidwn smiled, the pallor of her limpid teeth, glistening loudly and the light of the sun caressed her fair face “Morose is the path which now they take and yet they dwell still beneath my providence for indeed I love all things and I forgive all whom would call my name. Thus joy I still have and yet if ye can return then perhaps still there remains hope for the others. Shall we call them to us … the fellowship of the sowing. Shall we fulfill the destiny that fate has spun and realize the charge the High King gave?”

Earnest now she gamboled avaunt coming for the heart of that land and the Elaiar and Istirdein were conveyed on Brächoialar by her. Then when their paths had yeded unto the core of that land Beidwn held her hands o’er the earth full of flowers, and pronounced in a voice dark and profound. “Tinorös I pray thee, Lord of Mountains tall, come unto me and raise hither a hill with shoulders broad to pinnacle the sky and be a beacon to those of the forlorn, what say you?” and on the wind a voice exhaled in the tongue of the Gods “Be risen heaven-scaler!”

Piercing the ground a distending bulge rose forth from the earth, growing aloft its tor of crimson limned cleaved the day as it scaled the veil. Beidwn reverted her tracks, stepping away all the while the mountain grew in size like a great swelling of the skin until at length it stood awful before them so the mouths of the gods were hung ajar. It was of a violet hue with blue streaks, glittering like ice from the scores of gems that strew its face and broad shoulders, a dwarf lord’s haven. Then Beidwn looked on her comrades, tapping Brächoialar slight upon the head at which she yeded onwards to the feet of that hill and scaled it heedless through the faculty of her hands alone. She clomb unto the wind battered tor and stood upon it reaching her hands aloft to the sky full of stars and she could see each one though of day the hour was.

Can I still? ” She wondered, she dimmed her eyes, and when the wind was caught, in her folds of mantle, golden hue did she ascend her voice in song, song bereft of words and let fly her lilt unto the heavens high. Kavara harkened and without hesitance made thus her will so. Off her attire slid, and then her flesh was torn from her frameless form giving way to cries of mirth Beidwn put forth in splendor a light of unmatched glory that thereafter that hill was to be known as Dom-Tessén. Forsooth her light shone as the exalted emblem of the gods the seven pointed star, silver emblazoned and its sacred candescence reached so far from its space so as to penetrate the veil of Nairas, source of night. To the east Rhíadim perceived it, from the south it Tianach beheld, and in the west, of it Cereionnë had sight and they all led their hosts onward to the land of Dan-Dath-Lomín.

Promptly Beidwn thinned her light, failing it whereat she wreathed herself in flesh and donned the attire which she had worn there, now coming down the spurs of Dom-Tessén, she went up to Gwailóbal, Iványa, and Istirdein speaking the three with one accord “We shall wait.” Three days transpired and throughout the tireless hours never once lost Beidwn her faith. Yea on the fourth day of dawning then from the west Cereionnë appeared upon the distant horizon fading to dimmness going east alow the westering sun and with her came the host of Ningalf and Luskashibar. “Hail Cereionnë!” Beidwn exclaimed, “Goddess of the Night!” Eftsoons then the wife of Tyil was with Beidwn and they embraced taut ever-loving. The Avie knelt low and kissed her maid upon her belly, a show of high esteem. “A darkness lies behind me,” Cereionnë said her voice heavy wavering, “and I dare not return to it, neither physically nor in thought, I shall not speak of what befell me.” and Beidwn smiled, “Then that is thine prerogative though I know by now thine own sorrow and it ails me profound for when I kissed thy belly I wot that it was once got with child of demon blood. Yea and know you this, the Vaiyar are all slain.” then Möchtanor and Tinthauvir, the Oialar came on and they bowed before the Avie heavy with eyes moist with tears. “It is an honor to behold thy face o flower of the world! For so long have we not beheld the glory of Är Niessa. And Istirdein, dear friend though in Edda we three have been my brother and I have scarce seen thine face in millenia. Praise be to thy name.” To which Beidwn replied, “You are forgiven!” Dhuru cawed.

Presently at the hour of high noon when in the south appeared Tianach redhaired divine with her the host of Párnach-Bawhoth and Cereidelóth, and the timorous doves Dilifwyn and Ghelatién. “Hail Tianach, Lady of Spring!” Beidwn exclaimed, and by the power of the earth in a stream of pollen dust the whole of the host were before them. They embraced. “Long I have not gazed on thy fair face o servant of Vírdha!” Just then Tianach cried, “My goddess I love thee with all my heart and I would serve thee unto death!” At the behest of Tianach then the goblins of Tungothruch were brought before Beidwn and she looked on them and frowned, “Thralls of Korbash, meseems are before me. Scathing oppressors, sinners before God. You shall have reprimand. That is my gift.” Medrhaud and Govaith fell upon their faces in shame. Seven times the divine doves encircled the assembled cooing a song to please the ears.

At length by sundown the hosts of Shulouchupopowae and the Goddess Rhíadim were come to the fields Dan-Dath-Lomín. Beidwn called to her and Rhíadim harkened. “Hail Rhíadim, Goddess of lilt! Praise be to thy name!” thus they enfolded their arms about the other and the twain wert gladdened in the depths of their golden hearts. Thus the urisks came to their knees in prayer when Mörhaiglor they beheld with their own eyes for the stag is held most sacred to their people. Alas their pious stances soon were spent for next their eyes beheld the narocks and they bounded at the ready with weapons drawn, Zhawepehoza exclaimed, “The enemy is among us! Do not suffer them life!” whereupon Sheikerimga averred, “Libations to the earth, she shall drink urisk blood!” Dismal Heaven darkened dull and the wind howled a vociferous gale, “There shall be no war before the flower of the world!” Tianach exclaimed. “Would you do to dishonor her name? Then desist!” and they wert all placid as though no strife ere had been risen betwixt their races. The skies were of themselves again and the wind was quelled.

“Few we started out as, now many we have become.” Beidwn professed, “Behold for all ye so assembled art a division of the divine task now as Oroden has willed, and together we shall do well to sow the seeds of Oärnyalossa, in the mortal lands!” uproar exulted and the earth laughed for joy. So was the reunion of the fellowship of the sowing then together they lit fires and reveled throughout the night. Thereafter those urisks and narocks of the fellowship quarreled no more.

Indeed Beidwn knew that ‘twas the will of the son of Aman that she tarry in Dan-Dath-Lomín till the time he unveil the apportioned juncture when that she was to amass the Fellowship of The Sowing and as one venture forth to sow the scion of Oärnyalossa. Therefore the Avie called upon the dwarf lord Svomezja and incentivized he and his cohorts in the construction of a great city, to be built and hollowed in the midst of Dom-Tessén and that city was to be called Tillien, The Place of The Sojourn. Yet what would have consumed months on the wheel of time they wrought in days, by the will of Beidwn for she took the need of rest from them and gave them each the power of gods for to erect and fortify a realm of grandeur. Thus they through their art laid forth roads and tunnels deep into the earth and quadrangles were set in reserve to become the living quarters of the many who now formed the Fellowship of The Sowing. Crystals glittering like ice strew that place to light it through the reflection of the sun and at night the halls were a sea of silvery radiance. So deep they delved into the earth, two leagues and through a network of airshafts provided fresh ventilation to the subterranean realm. Lo and nigh unto the tor were set the illustrious abodes of the four Goddesses, Tianach, Cereionnë, Rhíadim, and Beidwn divine. They festooned that place in great opulence and wealth abounding from those treasury they culled and brought with them from the quarries of Luskashibar and of gold they wrought her a throne called Niawnnaupt, The Illustrious Seat set high in her palace in the chamber whither the light of sun and moon shone upon a floor of astronomical designs. There she sits and rules in all her glory o’er Dan-Dath-Lomín making ready herself for the kingdom that anon she would set forth to rule sovereign and alone.

Yet the dryads and every brood of beast dwelt not in the city of Tillien yet in lieu made they their dwellings beyond those walls in the fields of Ileth-Gethemb, The Field of The Fellowship. Of that place is it green and fair and flowers bloom amid the rich paddocks, where the horses of Beidwn were wont to graze, the unicorns who loved the moon. And near this was grown the forest of Tillien where the dryads set root to hibernate till when it was that Beidwn summoned them again for the departure and for the sowing. They would not be distressed though their boles be beaten or they felled by their roots still they in their deep, dark sleep could not be roused if only by the mellifluous voice of Beidwn. So was Tillien, its ordering, and its creation, the first city of the gods in Edda and Beidwn loved it and cosseted it everafter.

Of the judgment of the Goblins herein the account is as follows. On the eighth of Sámathron 4593 from the nadir of Tillien and the prisons that are lain there Tianach heaved Medrhaud and Govaith in iron fetters ascending the winding stairs that from those depths scaled the tor. All the while the denizens of Tillien bemocked and belabored the oppressors with their words and fists as the goddess dragged them justly to the house of Beidwn and with all the faculty of her strength hurled them before Niawnnaupt. Beidwn looked on them donned in a loud dress, though not ostentatious her vacant visage boring down on them with her eyes flashing. “How shall I castigate ye thralls of Korbash for meseems that naught that I can hurl befits ye for ye art cruel beings of hate and spite. How shall you fare when I have taken all that ye hath loved and shorn you of it leaving only vestiges of memory of the corrupt grandeur in which you dwelt. What say you? How shall you be punished.”

And the goblins quavered before her awesome power frightened without avail. “Pray, Have mercy on us o great goddess we are but feeble beings possessed of scanty will. What harm can we cause but beyond that which our lord doth force upon us. Are we not innocent then, driven mad by the power of the son of Aman against whom none contend. You must perceive this in thine boundless sagacity, please … have mercy.”

Beidwn is not an ignorant goddess nor is she dim, nor unwise yet her wit is sharp and swift howbeit her heart is saccharine and she is easily swayed by the plight of these beings who are indeed of weaker faculty than she herself. Alas for it is the gods who are obliged to serve and protect them, the denizens of the world whensoever they pray for that is the will of Oroden which invested in them from the moment of their natal. Therefore Beidwn by her own grace looked on them and her heart was mellowed though so ugly they were and she knew compassion. “Pity of me you ask and pity you shall have. My clemency is yours and you are absolved of all crimes. Go into Thorelén and never will you ever condemn nor will you commit injurious deeds of malice, lest you wish Uten to be thy next abode! Now Go!”

With that her voice reverberated like thunder in the halls of Dom-Tessén, shaking the eaves and the mountain trembled, the Goblin yelped starting from the floor. Swift as the northern gale they fled to the gates of Tillien, passing o’er the threshold and came beyond those walls, going into the south. They were heard of nevermore.

Prawellë was a nymph, a maiden of Ilphindís, prone to possess of visions of a numinous kind, who even in the darkest of nights beheld the dimming vestiges of hope. So it was on the night of Néviawn, midsummer’s eve that Oroden, King of Heaven encroached her mind as a vision of scintillating light; Iailolondä and oneiric he spake “Hark unto me, the son of Aman, the king of Abred, and say to the flower all that I convey for verily the hour draws nigh, the time has come. Go ye forth to the promised land, so say I so shall it be!”

Vigilant Prawellë, started from her divan, her bosom drumming tumultuous, her brow sweat sodden, her entire frame quavering. She left her bed disarrayed going onward down the stretching corridor scurrying amain. With haste she came to the bowers of Beidwn pulling open the great bronze doors she stepped o’er the threshold haled within by necessity, beseeching Beidwn she cried and tremblings domiciled her voice. “By Héftmuin, Beidwn stir alive!”

Promptly the eyes of youth were flamed and the whole of her chambers wert filled in the bright candescence of her aura. She looked on the nymph’s fair face witting then her incentive ere Prawellë had yet spoken “So it is time.”

The rumor itself loped thro’ all of Tillien’s grandiose city, saying that the charge was thus to be made and every house of every entity stirred wakeful and alert. So many essayed to cull their possessions for to bear with them from Tillien to wheresoever they may rove, yet Beidwn denied them this luxury saying, “Little you’ll need where now we fare for when we arrive all your heart’s content will be made whole.” Swiftly then youth came to the forest of Tillien and there through the faculty of her voice sung the trees to life, they uprooting themselves, undimming their eyes and their yawns were deep and trembling as they echoed in the heavens. All the Oialar apiece thereupon gathered their great host amassed on the fields of Ileth-Gethemb, pending the oration the flower was wont to give, for she would speak to them ere the day was come.

“Friends, allies, the night has come at last the hour of night’s noon is upon us and so we ready ourselves for the questing imminent. Here and now on the twenty first of Hítiaun 4594 the fellowship of the sowing shall go forth and realize the task that Oroden, King of Heaven has incentivized. A task that has brought gods from the holy lands and former enemies to friends. Now is the least and last chance ever you will have to abjure me. Shall ye depart from here and never come again or shall follow me unto paradise, for to paradise I would go.” At that none would to forswear. “Then we yede.”

As one then they marched from Dan-Dath-Lomín, into the fields of Vargessë set north of that land, a land named long ere its history was spun. Neither were they wearied in their faring for by the power of Cereionnë the need for rest from them was shorn and they were without fatigue and famishment but willing and longing came to the marches of a vast and inhospitable fen. They looked on that place and their hearts fell. Commotion rang amongst the hosts of the fellowship and even the Oialar, and the Elaiar were perturbed. Beidwn nonetheless merely smirked, her rosy visage glistening scarlet, in the pallor of the moon. “Hither meseems the task shall be realized, this is the land where the scion of Oärnyalossa shall be sown. Behold Lepthoen!”

So dark and ominous were the swamps of Lepthoen that even Prawellë had no optimistic hope for that place and the whole of the host wert taken aback that of all else in this world, its plethora of lands that Lepthoen Beidwn had elected for the sowing. Many cowered in fear of its foreboding depths and the tale of its natal is one conjured of a melding of sorrow and rout. ‘twas in that place in the Before Days that Órufin and Dajhar waged their final battle for the rights of Thorelén, and there alas Órufin was utterly defeated by his greatest foe. So many dark memories domiciled that land and for this the urisks and the narocks were afraid, and the dryads and the nymphs dared not look upon it. Yet Beidwn seemed earnest in her fortitude resolved that there the task would be sated.

Even yet the Oialar were bemused, and Tianach came forward accosting her lady graciously she whispered in her ear, “What has possessed thee my lady for meseems that thou art not of thyself. The suchness of this place is naught but despair, wherefore would you will to make here the tilth. Pray tell me that I might ascertain to these people that thy judgment be sound.” Then Beidwn turned unto her following of cohorts gazing loving on the countenance of each so gathered and she could see into their hearts and wit their doubt, laid upon her heavy, dismal qualm.

For Beidwn saw the beauty of that place even amid its devastating disparity and she professed that the soul of Lepthoen beseeched her name and prayed her thus remedy from sorrow, and she coveted nothing less than to mitigate its pain. Thus the goddess of youth ascended her voice now to affirmation, “Rejoice o friends!” She exclaimed, “For we shall heal what in the shadow was wrought. Light usurps the shadow and so darkness gives way to the light! We shall emancipate, on we march into the night!”

Hope suffused them weltering in a draught of renewed expectations that their sullen hearts were limned ever bright and all them donned the semblances of gods in the faculty of their joy for never before had mortals such sanguinity in such muchness as thus and they glowed at the will of Beidwn. The Goddess led them onward traversing o’er the marches of Lepthoen from Vargessë that when first her feet compressed the mire wet mould it yielded and the water desiccated, the mire made prone, and blossoms bloomed where trod her feet. So it began. Thus Beidwn poured forth in festive song, bequeathing encomium unto the gods. Her voice ethereal astounded the sky and gave to shudderings the earth alow on high, beating the bosom of the air. Then next the three goddesses strode alongside her majesty in splendor, the light of them glowing bright and numinous. They besides exulted in boisterous song that by reason of the harmony of their voices all the lethargy rife in Lepthoen festered into naught and bore exuberant life. The riverbeds of muddy course were cleansed of grime and water as limpid as is Nannen, disembogued from unknown wells surging into the dusty channels giving way to life. Disemboweling the entirety of the curse that Korbash in his spite laid upon that place was allayed and Beidwn perceived of the waning shadow calling out in pain yet she had no mercy. at once the everglades were ruined acceding now to hassocks greens and swards of near golden hue. Even the air was cleansed and the fair fragrance of the gods hung about it lingering as lovely as a bed of aromatic simples. Therefore the sundry folk of the fellowship were no further adread, for now they beheld the work of the gods and so came forth dancing joining in the song of the goddesses. And lo! The canopy of the wooded boroughs were limned golden bright and the boles of the trees limned to silvery hue. So fair was this land that the spirit of Lepthoen beneath their gamboling paces laughed gay and the heavens were struck in waves of carousing pleasure. Verily, Dhuru, Dilifwyn, and Ghélatien directed the birds, they timorous flit about that land healing the places lain beyond the scope of Beidwn yet they did not know that the power of youth reached yet unto the sea. Then when their pace as a whole had come ten leagues from when they first traversed into Lepthoen Beidwn by will alone stinted the feet of her companions and spake unto them that would harken and know. “The time has come for us to part Rhíadim and Cereionnë lead your hosts into the east and cure those lands for Lepthoen is vast. Zhawepehoza, by thy power I invest in thee go forth and heal the east, Tianach the remedy north and I shall heal the heart of land besmirched by darkness.” And so they parted.

Cereionnë divagated diurnal wanderings, quitting that borough of Lepthoen that was grown into the name Neildalíth, The Renewed Gardens, a floriferous veld blest by the Goddess of Youth. Piloting her folk now she approached a nameless borough, mending all that land to lie in their wake until eftsoons they came to the shores of an unnamed mere. So pungent was the song of Cereionnë that for it the sands of those beaches from muddy soil to crystal diamonds wert transformed. Then Cereionnë looked over that lake raising her voice the waters of the mere gave to trembling, broached by divine will their fornerly stagnant depths were cleansed and albescent mists rose up from their nadirs, seething the waters bubbled and churned at last erupting forth in splendor. A whirring was sent forth into the air and at last the waters were at a halt, their face ebony and seemed as the night even in patent day for indeed the stars were to be witnessed in that lake and the plains of Nairas to boot. That mere was anon by Cereionnë named, the mere of dreams in esteem of Nannen, Lórimnen. And Cereionnë would live on Lórimnen that in the heart of that lake by the joined will of the Oialar she, Tinthauvir, and Möchtanor an island emerged from foaming, virid with life, Emon-Coenyn, it was called, The Island of Visions.

Of Rhíadim it is said that she traversed from Neildalíth within the lawns of Préft-Ancassen o’er the river Sylvasior. She fared northward now to a copse of broad trees, and she passed through its eaves and came within exulting in song, the narocks cavorting about her and all that place was cleansed and cured consequently. It was evermore Linholt. Thus Dilfiwyn and Ghelatién, flitted swift and nimble leading the choir of birds and the unicorns, soaring over the lands of Lepthoen they came to Hopboairyn where the unicorns chose to dwell, and to the woods of Heryn-Peorlé and blest that sylvan realm in grace. Thither they set their roost, laying in love to consecrate that residence, everafter. And Zhawepehoza moved toward the east and by the faculty of the grace that Beidwn invested in him healed the woods of Heryn-Mörpóernyn to live their name, woods of the golden eaves.

Tianach fared furthest into north beyond, the hosts of Beidwn and into a realm she held thenceforth to be her own, mending it of all its ailing. Thus beds of illustrious flowers, divine bloomed from the land in copious muchness. Even it is that her voice divine called down from Nairas stardust to brood upon that land lingering about and the gardens were called Líthriäch, The Starry Gardens. And all the animals gamboled and Tianach sang with the flowers in heavenly chorus. The stardust glowed. So was the healing of Lepthoen by the goddesses and thenceforth that realm was no further cleped the Besmirched, yet now it was known as Amdor, Many Graces.

Now Beidwn came alone steering none. The lands she healed and yet she did so not in vain for hers cleansed so great an expanse. Her ways went north, gradually she fared on unshod feet and before and behind her a sward of gold arose and the trees had crimson wings and boles of gilded tone. Suddenly the goddess halted and brought surcease, to her feet bearing in awe. Before her loomed a sheer and cragged hill, Dom-Elossa, The Glorious Hill. Of its history naught shall be divulged save one occurrence in the history of the Before Days. In flight Órufin, god of the woods rode on Nympallorth, pursuing his prey, Dajhar the god of ice for he would finish him in Thorelén and end the reign of the Vaiyar there. Thus on that hill he stood in glory wielding Römego, valiant bow and issued challenge unto Dajhar. His voice sung among the rocks. Many hours they waged on that summit till at length Órufin was victorious and threw his foe upon the earth. And yet Korbash deceived him hurling that realm into the waste as which it had subsisted for so many years, now cleansed of sorrow Beidwn beheld that hill mantled in moss and weeds of lovat hue, rocks blackened grey from weathering. All was despair. “O might hill!” Beidwn pronounced, “Where has gone you honor and your glory. Are now you reduced to mere misery standing without divinity, as you were aforetime the hill of our lord. Not much longer will you have to endure the pain that Korbash has set upon thee, not much longer nevermore.”

And the hill spake in reverence to the goddess of youth, a subtle voice whirring from its broad shoulders and mighty pinnacle, “Blessings be upon thee, my goddess. So long have I dwelt in sorrow and mourning. Recalling past memories of eminence where my lord bore upon my tor where the wind is fairest and blows serene. Come unto me Beidwn, heal me of my pain.”

Going up to its feet she set herself upon the spurs employing the boulders as shelves to rise her body, she scaled it broad climbing unto the summit. Her eyes flashing as she clomb, the wind set into her tresses like gold that fell in twirling folds. Thus she came upon the tor and stood among it wide, her hair haled all about her. From that point she beheld nigh all of Amdor from the east, the west, the north, and the south and it was beautiful and healed, blessed and divine. Yet to the east and in a row creeping unto a second hill of eminence that land alone was uncleansed. Lo, the hill in the distance seemed of perfection that when she sung it, its poisoned cured from sight yielded to glory and that hill was thus come to be known as Dom-Eälhaw, Hill of The Holy Sward. Of it she spake, “There the scion will be sown.” Now Beidwn sung and healed Dom-Elossa that its rocks were turned to white and the mantling grass was verdant limned. Again she beckoned, the fellowship unto her and all they came from the cardinal paths to throng about the feet of that hill. They gathered splendorous and sung whereat Beidwn looked on them and shed tears of ecstasy. “Lepthoen is healed! Our task is half complete and yet we shall pend for when the time is true then the tree shall be sown!” peals of exultation were uplifted in the air.

Upon the summit of Dom-Elossa the dwarves of Háfgar’s descent rose her palace, Críssolantë, flowing honey. Its eaves were golden and its roof of copper tone. The sidings of that house were white in places and peach in others. Silver were the window panes and their frames gilded bright. All the glass of that place was stained in red to glorify the Gods who are divine. Two towers rose proud on either side of the façade that overhung from the whole of the residence and upon the highest spire, wind battered they set to fly the flag of Guillíth of Är Niessa. So by sunset of the fourth day had they finished their laboring and their minds were set on nothing else but song. Peace ensued and persevered the passing of many years during which none died for Beidwn took the bane of death away from all those who would follow her into paradise.

The Realms of Amdor:

Of the realms of Amdor the account herein constitutes subsequently. The woods of Heryn-Mörpóernyn was the largest of all the woods of Amdor. Its canopy laid from north to south and into the east at the northern apex widely divine. The trees as its name signified glew of golden hue with crimson boles and never did they fall in autumn but remained as lovely all year round. Beidwn girt round about that place a girdle of power to protect the urisks that dwelt within her providence. At the heart of that place was set amid the forest the city of Bunbazhawep, The Golden Fortress. They that dwelt within gave deference foremost unto Mörhaiglor, The Golden Stag for he chose of all realms to domicile that place with his glory and he resided in the temple at the city’s core, greatest of all urisk cities extant. Even Beidwn was wont to join them in their revelry and Tianach as well filling the night with the glory of song. Beidwn loved Zhawepehoza and he was nearest to her heart of all the urisks of Edda, in him she could confide. The edifices of Bunbazhawep were ivied and green with moss and glowed of silver in the night and the urisks there were arrayed in fine livery as behooved them so.

Yea, lain to the north of Dom-Eälhaw, due east of the river Sylvasior are the gardens of Líthriäch home of Tianach. There the flowers are perennial, ever blooming and neither do they wilt nor die but grow vivacious year-round. Springtide is everlasting there and the illumination as of sunset, crimson red, with daubs of gold. And their hues, their blessed, blessed hues, ay how the gods made them so! And they were dreadfully vivid, flawlessly deep, and flawlessly light no flower of earth honed such beauty as was their own! Lo, the grass that there is growing is limned blue, red, and golden as a crisp summer’s morning, laced light with thad … dew. In that place lady Tianach has her abode among the flowers and the shrubs in whose garden the flutterbies flit. What time they flutter about Líthriäch is it said that golden dust powders from their wings and they glow and shimmer like angels. And Tianach’s home is called Laurhwened, which means Flower Threshold, for its threshold was emblazoned in flowers fair and the sidings of her residence was strewn floriferous. Verily when that place had been brought forth Beidwn came and with the hilt of Elöra had caused a fountain of golden waters to gush forth before Laurhwened, Mörtúiv it was called, Fountain of Golden Water. Its gifts were said to be the gift of everlasting youth and emancipation from sorrow and pain which all the denizens of Amdor quaffed from for to mend their lives and purge themselves of wanion.

Sylvasior cleaved Amdor in two arising in the north from Gorod-en-Stamath, surging south unto the very bowl of Mumurwuin, foremost of all the rivers of the Golden Lands. Its waters were ever fair and bright, shining limpid like glass, yet strewn in diamonds to array its bed. Ióduild tended it kindly most beloved of the Naiads. So holy were the waters of Sylvasior that none of those of Amdor would essay to ford its stream, fifty fathoms in width, but Dhuru had laid o’er its waters a great bridge of ivory made and Beidwn hallowed it with her power, Draust-Alar, The Divine Bridge. Gleaming with immortal light and designs of swans engraved in its ivory. It purls divine song eddying about and murmurs pious thus the name of Oroden, King of Heaven. It is the water of Sylvasior that nourish every borough of Amdor.

Afore the hill of Dom-Elossa lay a sward of moonshine amid whose silver-silhouetted lawn one might perceive the moon herself dangling from the golden boughs of Heryn-Mörpoernyn among each dewy tine. Thus in every subtle dewdrop that there doth idle is she seen, and so is that lawn called Gimlóstor, The Silvery Lea. When the wind glides o’er the grass blades of Gimlóstor does it bare vivid semblance to the sea or rather to Idin silver that the dwarves of Amdor themselves designed, most precious of metals and never does it falter in its luster nor do pesky insects nor their kin dare lay foot on that sward for its is hallowed beyond any other in all of Edda. Indeed with each wax and wane to befall the moon does the lawn endure and it darkens in the darkest moon and dances in the light of the full, the beloved of Eölye.

Moreover and beyond the flow of the sparkling river, Sylvasior lay in the shadow of Dom-Eälhaw that sward which is called Möróstor, The Golden Lea. Verily, ‘tis as lovely as are the blonde locks of the Lady Beidwn, fair-haired and divine. And each subtle blade reflects the likenss of the sun and the sun alone as its parallel, as Gimlóstor does for the likeness of the moon. But the wind does not breathe upon the tufts of Möróstor for Eilumenon hails not the win, thus the sward is bereft of either breeze or sonorous gale. Lo in the darkness of night’s gloomy hour do the blades of either lawn hone a waiflike glow an embracing aura, of Möróstor and aureole of gilded light and of Gimlóstor an air of mellow, argent shine. And it was Ióduild who tended to the care of the lawns and she would ascend each night from Sylvasior to tend to Gimlóstor and each day to tend to Möróstor as Beidwn apportioned. Furthermore it is said that the very day when Lepthoen healed Eilumenon kissed Möróstor and limned it gold and that very night Eölye kissed Gimlóstor, limning it argent bright. Yet the light of either sward was wan in the eyes of the goddesses and they sensed for their part that the beauty of them was not everlasting nor was their great wok, the healing of Lepthoen perennial and Beidwn confessed that Amdor would not long endure eternity but how exactly it would fall she had not the knowledge nor did she desire it in any event.

And the woods of Linholt lay to the south of Dom-Eälhaw nigh unto the banks of the river Sylvasior so called for there domicile all the birds of Heaven and of Earth, the cardinals, the blackbirds, the finch, the lark, and the warbler filling the air with mellifluous song. It is here that Rhíadim could oft be found joining in song with the birds, pervading all of Amdor with the glory of their sweet voices. Else there dwelt the narocks beneath the reign of Sheikerwimga and they were wont oft to play their fair music upon their canothas, singing with voices of Heaven. None of any realm of Amdor could pass that forest by without at first arresting their legs to harken the music of Sheikerwimga and his ov daughter Umouukilamgi. The trees there blossomed of an oaken kind and as it were autumn made thither his jaunty abode for the leaves like gold would fall from the wings of the canopy lofty, high. The narocks had no city but slept on the ground upohn beds of leaves, their delight. Not simply did they pay deference unto Rhíadim and the goddesses of the sowing but to Kyeimowshuma, The Goddess of The Moon, Eölye as they called her.

Due south of Linholt lay lake Lórimnen whose face was lit by young stars, where visions were suffered by simply gazing long enough to suffice the need. Its waters were black yet not sullen as ‘twas in aforetime but in its one could see the stars yet in limpid day fo so hol ywere its depths that the stars chose to within them even yet when they were gone. For the stars love water and betwixt the celestial and aquatic lies a profound, binding tie that none who strive can sunder. And upon the island of Emon-Coenyn, Cereionnë dwelt in the house of Bar-Nephrothúl, The Realm of Gasping Mists sat aloft the hill of Hámpárn shroud in a pall of mists. Rise would they like great billows upon the sea and their arms outstretched from the island to the very shores of Caseidel, diamond sand. But one could ever perceive of the island for at night there glowed from afar off the fire of a minaret that was green, red, gold, silver, blue, every hue ‘neath the sun. and in the day the island shimmered as if ‘twas forlorn in an eternal sunset. All the nymphs of Ningalf lived there and Ilphindís was ever nearest to her goddess.

To the east of Lórimnen flowed the river Cereidluil, The Enchanted Brook risen from the wells near the firth of Unonúin, whose waters were else known as Lölpossë, Smoothest. And the foam of that river was golden and silver frothy and fair for an assembly of the fay folk vaulted there from Dwímbar to dance upon its fair face and with every sway of their incorporeal frames they blest it, made divine. It is said that ‘twas by these waters that Márwif taught to Svomezja the dwarf all her magic which the gods had invested into her and with that he ruled his kindred. Of Márwif she came there with her sister Ióduild what but a year eft the healing of Lepthoen. They arrived, approaching the siege of Beidwn and she blest them and they gave her fealty as she asked and so were well received to make home in the Golden Lands. Indeed Márwif had a tower there by Cereidluil, midstream on the southern banks, Init-Vírenna, Tower of The Fruitful Maiden, ‘twas her home and her footsteps were as running water and her eyes were as clear as the azure sky. Márwif welcomed all the creatures of Amdor to drink from her blessed stream, to slake their dry thirst and the dwarves whensoever they may pass that flow ever aver, “Hail lady of Cereidluil, be thou propitious and ever kind!”

The mines of Bándörath, Diamond Mines, were the home of the dwarves under Svomezja, Libzilnyj’s son who had himself a son by the name of Razarkhaspaj, most valiant of all the dwarfin race. Often would he journey from the halls of Bándörath to the home of Beidwn and he was given wise counsel and made a mage among the dwarfin race. The mines, the blessed mines how they shone beyond compare in both their beauty and their depths, for so deep did the dwarves delve the womb of the earth that the fires of hell would often leap up from their steaming pits. But the dwarves ever condoned them and fell upon their works of glory divine. Each hall of Bándörath was intrinsic in its design and every dwarf was wealthy in the dwarfish standard. Verily ever diamond, ruby, sapphire, or precious gem to bedeck the body of Beidwn was culled from these mines and often would she journey there to be among the people and watch them in their workings for she was astounded by the children of Tinorös, God of the Earth. Möchtanor and Tinthauvir had a temple there at the lowest levels their abode and they were second in highest in command whose sway often overruled Svomezja, which he begrudged.

Northward of the river Cereidluil lies the land of Tärboairyn, The Silvery Thickets. The unicorns of Beidwn lived there but none might ever see them for they were swift of feet and came not unto the sun, confusing the eyes for they came forth only at night, whence they shone like gods. Furthermore it is said that dryads had there their abodes and it was that in the great song of Beidwn their once tawny boles were limned of gold and their leaves of silvery hue. When the sun shone upon Tärboairyn no shadows wert cast against the ground for the Sun God loved not the dark and he adored those thickets as if they were the child of his won begetting, thus he gave them not of the dark. And Brächoialar the steed of Chélcalath, son of Nympallorth settled in that place and he in love laid with the unicorn Taurbís who in the fullness of time ripe with fruit bore him two colts, the hornless Rhevencíor, The Lightning Swift and Pelchallorth, The Rippling Coat, whose horn was silvery gold. When Pelchallorth was born did Beidwn fare unto Tärboairyn and Taurbís bequeathed the young colt to the goddess her display of faith and Beidwn adored her for her gift. Thus Youth reared it in the halls of Críssolantë so that in the fullness of time would it come to be known as the greatest horse to ever live and it was.

Eastward of Dom-Eälhaw lies the forest of Heryn-Peorlé, The Woods of Cooing for the doves Dilifwyn and Ghelatién settled there. In the fullness of time Ghelatién bore her love a child, his daughter Dochelá, The Enchanted Bird, fairest of all doves. Crimson are the boles of the trees, its boughs, tines, and frail branches. But the canopy and the leaves are all of silver, heart shaped, and dew drips from them like sweet mead.

Alas within the farther south eastern boroughs of the realm of Amdor, sat upon the marches there still is existent a remnant of the ancient fen, called Lepthoen and there is known to dwell a single Fasticolan come from Ghaw-Feingul. Beidwn once a year ventures there to genuflect and commemorate the pain which one beset the land in damps of sorrow and she leaves offerings of flowers and goes about her ways.

Lastly of all the realms to be spoken of is that which lies betwixt Lepthoen and the lake of Lórimnen, Dan-Peilponambyn, The Land of Rolling Hummocks. ‘Tis a place of hillocks extending twenty leagues east to west, north to south in splendid wonder. Each blade that is growing there grows apart from the other. It is said that the spirits of the wind chose this land as their domicile and they could be heard making music among the knolls and grassy hummocks. Furthermore ‘tis a haven to many of the animals of Cereidelóth and the tarry of a jot of dryads hither and thither wandering. There two are the rocky hills of Domyn-Meliamör, The Hills of Singing Gold, and it is said that the dwarves set up a forge there in the heart of those hills and culled the gold for Beidwn’s finery. To bring a nugget of the gold of Domyn-Meliamör to the ear is to harken the music of Gwailóbal and Iványa.

Besides, the climate of Amdor is overseen by Beidwn and Beidwn alone she with her emotions incurring rain and sunshine. But seldom is it that the goddess doth shed tear yet what time she does the animals cry in harmony and all the denizens of Amdor are wounded in their hearts. Or if she so desires rain, then she invokes the power of Thädagrost from Dälétarn and of Níeta to her land and therefore has possession of her bounty. Of the seasons spring is alone in Amdor and time there passes dissimilar to that of any other land, for it doth pass gradually or swiftly as the goddess herself wills. And the days are filled with carousing and the nights with lovely tunes. No land is so blessed as Amdor and the goddess of youth hallowed the earth thereafter so even if should it fail, it blessed will remain throughout the years.

The Sowing of Iailónor:

Forty-six years had come about eft the healing of Lepthoen and the denizens of Amdor grew well-inured in their new abode. The month was Hítiaun, and midsummer’s eve drew on ever closer as time transpired, approaching the dawning of the year 5000. Gradually a great shifting set upon the denizens of Amdor, altering their minds up to dissimilation from those who dwelt beyond the walls of Menowebh. Indeed so powerful was this changing that every entity anon was of one consciousness, bound to one anther apiece and with the earth wide breasted and with the Gods. Hence sagacity seeped into the veins of the dwarves, the dryads, the urisks, the narocks, the nymphs, and the animals that their minds were nigh to the Gods and they grew to be profound in word and deed. This Beidwn took into account, and she knew thus the time had come at last, the scion of Oärnyalossa was to be sown.

Bedwn found Dhuru dreaming within the wester tower of her abode whereat she stirred him alive. He woke attentive, eager to harken unto all that Bedwn was at need to say and so the goddess thereupon gave him dire incentive. “Go forth Dhuru of the dark feathers, son of Vinairë and give summons to all those of Amdor, bring them to Möróstor for the sowing has come.” at that Dhuru sprung forth and swift as lightning darting in a storm cloud fled away from Críssolantë faring to every realm of Amdor, whence he spoke the will of Beidwn and they all amassed together and made haste. Youth came to the stables of Pelchallorth setting bridle about his neck, she mounted him white and rode forth o’er the lawn of Gimlóstor. To Draust-Alar they rode and traversed that bridge bringing Ióduild from the depths and she followed they in their bearing. Yet when the footfalls of Pelchallorth echoed on Möróstor then he sped up and darted amain over the fields till in short minutes he scaled the hill of Dom-Eälhaw and stood awful upon its tor. Beidwn alighted standing alongside her steed pending the juncture of the arrival of those whom she loved and they came all as one. So gathered every entity of Amdor in Möróstor and their gathering was great and mighty. Beidwn held out the seeds of Oärnyalossa, long kept hidden and she spake “Today is the day of days the day that the scion of Oärnyalossa will be sown, Hail the children of Aman, sacred and divine! Hail the tree of Alloth, eldest of all its kind!”

With the pommel of Idin, Elöra delved a plot in the greensward, the crown of Dom-Elossa, moistened wet by the tears which Bedwn shed in joy, for at last eft all the toil and suffering they tholed the charge was well-nigh fulfilled. Then when the zephyrs of Amdor were caught in her locks of falling gold Bedwn raised her bleared eyes towards the heavens, towards the gates of Belecthion veiled by light, “O, Oroden most high see and bear witness to this your charge made whole and have it blest by thy power, the son of Aman.” And as it were a flash of light streamed across the sky, assuming the emblem of Är Niessa, the seven pointed star. Bedwn curled her face to grinning lowering her illustrious head, she brought forth from Hopbóft the four seeds which Oroden in his boundless sagacity conveyed from Alloth to save from ruin and she whispered over them in the tongue of the Cétlur spells to arouse the power hid within and she was primed. Thus youth set the seeds within the plot and having received them the earth herself interred them in her dark womb. The company was all silent. Now Bedwn brought the point of Elöra to her wrist, slitting it kindly her rich ichor gushing forth from her veins. Like rivulets they slid along her arm dripping into the mould where the seeds were sown, slaking them of their nigh insatiable thirst. The earth shuddered and the whole of the company erupted into peals of thunderous euphoria. Thus Bedwn led the whole in song to beget the growth of the scion for as it was the song of the Azerai that diurnal nourished Oärnyalossa and gave it to flourish so would its descendent too be revered. Cantillating without words and in the song of their voices the tree was given being made manifest. Hence from the plot there was emerged a golden shoot dampened by honey dew. Therefore the host sung louder and more loud and it grew taller and more tall. Suddenly, a twig sprung from a knot and leaves from that gilded all around, heart-shaped with streaks of silver lining, shot in silver dew. Anon the entire tree came forth doubling the muchness of its bole and preliminary boughs from which came branches, limbs and tines galore sprouting leaves of their own. Three times the height of any mundane tree the scion grew and all the folk of Amdor wert awed by its beauty and grace. What time the wings of the tree extended nigh ten fathoms in either direction upon the branches their came into fruiting apples of golden hue embraced in an aura of silver light, linked by stems of crimson tone. Then a light arose as from within shining forth in rays of golden splendor and looking on this Bedwn thought to name it, Iailónor, Imperishable Fire. Just then the whole of Amdor escaped into song failing to recall of all woe to have e’er befallen them and they knew only joy and gaiety. And Bedwn stood upon the crown looking on the host that thus were gathered and she spake, “So ends the Primal Era, The Before Days have come to surcease. Hail now the Green Years, The Second Era the years of Iailónor. Praise be unto the Gods who are forever!” So began the Second Era, year One on the wheel of time that Kavara revolves in Heaven. In this manner was the sowing of Inor fulfilled and Tianach, Bedwn charged to be the mistress of its care. Everyday at dawn thenceforth would she fare from Líthriäch with a pin of gold and o’er that tree she’d prick her finger fair and let trickle her blood unto the mould slaking its dry thirst. For no rain of heaven doth sate the tree of Inor only ichor has that power as such for the Gods and the tree are of one kind as it was Oärnyalossa who bequeathed the Cétlur their divinity.

That evening Beidwn slept restive, set on by visions of darkness and light filling her mind with a melding of joy and sorrow. She could not account for them but they tormented and soothed her all at once, they were divine. Visions of stars and darkness, fire, gold, light, and ecstasy. Yet foremost of all her visions were visions of creatures never once to have graced the paths of the earth. So beautiful were they that Beidwn’s mouth was cast ajar yet in the hour of her sleep and she coveted to have them among the folk of Amdor to endure the long years in the Golden Lands. Then all at once the visions of light fell into shadow and a great darkness skulked her mind visions of Inor whelmed in fire and decay, the land was rotting, the darkness triumphant. The goddess rope up in her bed gasping for breath, sweat sodden she cried, “Elumenon, avail me!”


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