Y Chelmachwie Part Three

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The third part of Chapter one of the Abredallacht. Enjoy and please tell me what I could add to make it better if you have any ideas because there just feels as if something is missing and I'll will give you credit in the final project if I use your idea. Thank You and enjoy. O and if the names of the Urisks and Narocks are offensive because I tried to mimick native american languages and other indigenous languages and I did by reading some of their mythology and creating names that sound as if they belong to the same language group. I don't think they are offensive but I don't know. O well there here and I'm not going to change it so if they are I'm sorry.

Submitted: November 04, 2007

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Of Cereionnë

From the brume she wandered, love longing, Cereionnë, roved forlorn to the perilous clefts of Meneth-Haladin, yeding so far as the valley of Loeth-Genip whither the deceits of Gumuntes were wrought in the hells of the Vaiya’s mind. Yet she saw through the mist of illusions and unclad came beyond those fell ridges into Dwímbar, The Growing Realm and thus had come unto the southern spit of Caranthar. There it is first in the year that spring is to be witnessed in all its virid glory, the floriferous frith and the rainy season thither is most resplendent for thus is the will of Oloma, who loved that land most of all the Gods though so long ago he had it forsook. And the Elaiar there set their abodes amid the flowers and they as one perceived of the Goddess as she drew nigh calling to Cereionnë for to salvage her from peril yet she was deaf to all their prayers. Thro’ rain she fared and blustering gale in the bleak month of winter child of Heldacht. ‘Neath starry vault she wandered, holy-lights, o’er fructiferous earth and stayed, her feet afore the banks of Annacht, The Great River. So impetuous was its flow and so broad that Cereionnë scarce could ford it albeit she may essay ‘twould be in vain. Yet ‘twas by her will the waters sundered were and she crossed unto the farther shore, then the waters like rain torrential fell in her wake and the Goddess bore in a swoon within the land of Dan-Gléndeb, Land of Yellow Sod. That place is dun, unsightly whither no green life doth grow but all is fallow and barren. Thither Grogón perceived of her as she fared amongst the hills of that land yet for the light of her he was afraid. Now she held on her way journeying nigh unto the eastern marches of Lamloeth wild valley and in three days crossed again Annacht into Lagath-Bräch north and she came west of the crown mountains, Meneth-Círim thro’ the meadows of Parthlach betwixt Naurlach and Caranthar. Beyond that land she came to Cairulum of lovely white flowers like ashen snow, thirty five leagues she fared northward and silent passed within the eaves of Bethael forest. Eftsoons the Goddess in her wanderings, haled by deceit crossed the river Blarheluil in the woods of Laurlyn The Fair. At length having come nigh twenty-eight leagues she stood at the shores of a nameless mere alee and alone. Then she ascended her voice into song and began to hymn her great lament, bemoaning her ill fortune, thus that mere in the song of her voice came to be cleped Nen-Hwaeltarn which means Mere of The Silvery Lament.

It is said that for three days did Cereionnë croon her doleful dirge, three days her voice rung through the eaves of Deloraeth. Then on the eve of the third day it is told that Tyil appeared to her clad all in the raiment with which he was born and she embraced him and they made love brazen in the eyes of the woods. Nine days they laid in love, nine days of matchless bliss. Then on the dawning of the tenth day, utterly spent Cereionnë rose and saw Tyil not, she called his name, yet he did not answer, but there came another guffawing his voice pealed like thunder o’er the waters of Hwaeltarn and she knew she had been deceived by Gumuntes, God of lies. “How now Cereionnë now that thou hast made love to the king of the Vaiyar! Rejoice for in three cycles of the moon thou shalt bare me a son! In three months time!” Then like a cloud of smoke thinned into air he was gone and Cereionnë was again alone to her own folly, racked in her great ignominy.

Now Cereionnë believed that she was not willing in the love game yet she weened herself violated, ravished by darkness for none she would lie with in love then Tyil. Thus she sorrow bound clutched her bulging belly and for a single waxing and waning of the moon she fled avaunt filling the forests of Deloraeth with darkness and misery. For no further extent was she beautiful yet she seemed as a hag of darkness, a terrible crone whose heart was bent and whose mind was swayed only to malice and dark design. She came to the woods of Anthalwíg, Great Grove, that the nymphs had sown far south of Hwaeltarn and in her darkness fell nigh unto the glade of Glynt-en-Chaibreäl where forlorn she sobbed her saline tears in such a quantity that a pool was formed of her distress. And when that pool was filled to brimming its surface seemed of mirror glass made and Cereionnë was taken aback at the regard of its face. Yet as the Goddess gazed within this pool she saw not the hag, that form which she had donned but in lieu of this she saw herself as in aforetime as she had been in Är Niessa, fair and bright and so that pool was come to be called Lhun-Quelebdauph, Pool of The True Reflection.

Furthermore is it told a triad of nymphs from Ningalf Galatia, Velbruim, and fair Egliórmis in their wanderings happened upon the Goddess at Lhun-Quelebdauph. They were bade by Ilphindís Queen of Ningalf for she had harkened the goddess in her despair and she would to end the sorrow of the lady though she knew her not. And when Cereionnë beheld the nymphs as they came up to her, for the first time in nigh two months she smiled and knew joy once more. “Hail stranger!” Galatia exclaimed. “We are come from Ningalf, messengers of the lady Ilphindís queen of the woods! We have come for, for many nights our queen has lain in waking harking unto thy wailings and strident keening which have brimmed Gwárbilbar in much anguish!”

“Would you come with us?” Velbruim asked, the most well-endowed of the nymphs.

“Pray tell us with whom we speak. For meseems if thou art to come into our home it be only fitting that we know of thine name.” Egliórmis inquired.

And Cereionnë looked on them the nymphs with loving eyes, her heart no longer bent and she spake as a mother to the maidens of Ilphindís “Then hear me now and know my name for I am Cereionnë, Lady of The Night!”

That name evoked memories long lost in the minds of the nymphs for it had been so long ago since last Cereionnë lilted in their abode and they came in deference to the mould, bowing pious and Egliórmis hailed her, Galatia and Velbruim to boot. “Rise!” Cereionnë charged and the nymphs obeyed her word. “Take me to thy queen for I want to look upon the face of the daughter of Vírdha my foremother divine!”

Thus was Cereionnë led o’er the rushes of Annacht and into the depths of the forest of Ningalf whither the trees had spirits and whispered as the goddess walked among them. So far they came to the realm of Gwárbilbar a cheerful place, whither tree dens were set high in the canopy the houses of the nymphs and there in a glade by the great tree Finscöen, Tree of Judgement there sat Ilphindís crowned in a garland of wooded flowers. Cereionnë looked on her and Ilphindís was weakened, then the goddess gave forth a light and Ilphindís came to her knees and praised her name. So came Cereionnë to dwell in the tutelage of the nymphs that for a month she domiciled the house of the queen. And Cereionnë taught the nymphs the proper ways in which to do her honor and to honor Eölye with whom she had the greatest amity, and the nymphs loved her so.

Wellaway as the moon waned light the belly of Cereionnë swelled, ripe with fruit though of a dour kind, true poison and she grew ever more spent with each thinning of the moon for her gestation gelded her body and she knew then that this child if suffered to live would claim her life. Yet there was naught she could essay to thwart her demise if on the wheel of fate it had been spun and the burden was hers alone to thole. Then some time into the third month and during a festival held in her honor the pangs of birth seized upon her and she was smote upon the earth. Thrice she cried the name of Kavara her foremother begging that the daughter of Aman release her from her pain, imploring death. Yet none of the nymphs would play midwife to the birth of her child for they all greatly feared that which from her womb was to come forth. Indeed her birth was destined to be the most painful birth in the history of Abred and when she brought forth the child the floors of Gwárbilbar were sodden in blood as of a mire of her life’s ichor. The wind howled sonorous, a darkness hung destitute o’er the blood drenched earth, lightning pealed o’er the canopy anon, then forth she brought her accursed son; suffering him to see the light.

So hideous was the child to look upon that the nymphs in horror shied from him and Cereionnë shamefaced cast the boy away, abjuring the child as her own for she loathed him the fruit of rape and would not to raise the boy in her life. Therefore she named him Rhyviw which means To Shudder in Surprise for all those attended wert taken aback at the unsightliness of his features. Then for the counsel of Ilphindís did the goddess nigh unto death bare her child in her arms to the Cassardruim mountains convoyed by Nessem and Glamondë of regal kind, in her faring. Thus they crossed through Peláwthin and into the foothills of the Cassardruim, then within those mountains they came earnest in their charge and upon the tor of Gorod-en-Rhierath she cursed his name and left the boy for dead. Yet as they descended that mountain Cereionnë wayworn and drained fell into a deep and yawning cleft, Claes-Hetem called, Cleft of The Fallen and there she laid and moved no more.

With haste Nessem and Glamondë came to their goddess lain stricken upon the earth and they cast themselves atop her and wailed. Yet it is said that all their keening had reached even unto the doors of Luskashibar abode of the dwarfs of Háfgar’s line and to the ears of the king and ‘twas at his behest that men were emitted and they received the nymphs and bore the goddess to their home on a bier of rowan limbs.

Thither was she tended to in a courtly manner, held in a palatial chamber filled with the poignant incense of burning tree gum. Neither would Nessem nor Glamondë eat or drink nor would they forsake the bedside of their lady yet they sat on divans watching, ever waiting for when again she would stir. But it is said that the Oialar, Möchtanor and Tinthauvir they who in aforetime served Tinorös in Är Niessa were dwelt in that place and they through their power as half gods rid the goddess of the shadow of death. Therefore in ten suns time Cereionnë came again and she beheld the glory of the dwarfin hall, its beauty and eminence and by her will and as to bequeath them honor she chose to dwell among the dwarves for a single month’s time.

Amain she came to be beloved in the hearts of the children of Tinorös, mountain folk and they praised her as they would their own father. Alas her sojourn ‘twas bereft of cheer for she grew sorrowful knowing then her mission had failed and the seeds of Oärnyalossa sown would not be. Oft she thought of what might have befallen her companions brooding in despair, and she confessed to the dwarves of her incentives her true reason for her coming unto Edda and they were eager and longing. Then when the moon was utterly spent and she was felled by her sorrow Cereionnë would forsake Luskashibar and depart furtive in search of Beidwn and her companions knowing that they whithersoever might have roved in any fact would be bound for the north. Yet Möchtanor and Tinthauvir knew this and they begged leave to join the goddess in her quest for they would to look on the face of the Avie once more as they had been shorn of so many years and she said “Ye may come.” yet not alone they would fare for prince Svomezja, son of Libzilnyj urged a great following of his kindred and as one they fared with the goddess from Luskashibar into her quest. Anon they crossed within the marches of Deloraeth, beneath the eaves of Ningalf and so were come into the home of the nymphs. Yet Nessem and Glamondë implored their goddess to bare their kindred with her into the north and she consented therewithal it was when she came to Gwárbilbar inquiring that those who had for so many months shown her unparalleled kindness accompany her in her quest that all wert raring to go.

And they marched thro’ Anthalwíg in pride and in glory and the woods there stirred alive as Cereionnë drew near. Thus the forests were purged of the darkness that she, in sorrow cast upon it and they were free, of their sepulchral auras. Now it is told that in the northern boroughs of Anthalwíg that the cohorts of Cereionnë and the goddess herself happened upon the raven Dhuru lost in search for those of the fellowship he weened forlorn. And Cereionnë called to him, he came and they embraced and tears of joy were shed. Then as one the whole fared beyond Deloraeth, into Pelopassë advancing into the north, strident for the armor of the dwarves, reverberated like the thunder, in the heavens. Lastly of Rhyviw is it told that Gumuntes himself sought the boy out and found him nigh unto death on Gorod-en-Rhierath and he took the boy into is arms and bore him swiftly unto Hell.

Of Tianach

And Tianach it is said fared three days into the south from the brume of Dan-Efweglóirm into that of Páluphuar and she was forlorn to the deceits of that land, roving so far as the ridges of Angdruim whence she beheld those peaks and shuddered overcome, whereat that realm was to be cleped Dan-Rhyvaur, The Land of Shuddering. Therefore the goddess earnest advanced northeast concealed in the shadow of that range that none within knew of her presence and she was haled by fear into the woods of Fraut-en-Drovannön. That realm is dark the haunt of many a foul beasts ripe from the exodus of Isenbor, such horrid things as trows of diminutive height and great, brutish, belligerent trolls, ogres and foul-breath Grínguls. Yet even in the dark was dwelt the light, the Euvisoi, eldest of all the avian races was known to frequent that place, its wings as bright as sunlight, the only lantern powerful to shine thro’ the mists. For verily Drovannön is whither woe is wrought in shadowy brume, dismal and forlorn. There it is said Tianach tarried yet found no respite nor sweet solace in its foreboding depths cold and unkind. Indeed the king of that place was Cagróschal a vassal of Gorgoruch, the wielder of Nurwelont, The pike of Hell, the bane of the peoples of Thorelén for it was his kindred which the Serpent King oft sent to seek out those who would deny him; the urisk, narock, and woodwose tribes. In pride Cagróschal dared to challenge the Goddess to single combat and she consented. Thus in Lhynt-en-Staumpoler they waged Tianach with her hands alone, Cagróschal bearing Nurwelont. Seven times Tianach essayed to smite her foe alas her damps had gelded her entire frame and she could not wage. Thus Nurwelont hewed her right arm and she in a swoon was flung upon the earth; she was defeated. Whether Cagróschal had the wherewithal or not to slay Tianach this is not known yet he had not the chance for yea one of the Euvisoi was come and its light blinded Cagróschal and liberated her from pain. Thus Tianach trailed the bird unto the very marches of that woods and bade him good partings setting forth once more, yet ere she set to pace the goddess cursed Cagróschal his death to die “Cagróschal know you this one day a great conquerer shall come and be thy bane!”

Now Tianach fled avaunt o’er Dan-Mangmöt, Land of The Dun Quilt amain her step graced nimble upon the earth and the sun laughed as she walked. Yet the wind was adverse whence she came to her knees beckoning Oloma’s name and the wind was quelled. Therefrom she forded the silver course and came into the fields of Mörindros whither again she had Dilifwyn and Ghelatién. So great was the joy of the lady as she beheld the divine doves eft that the fields from green were golden limned and the sun shone bright upon it there his light was full, not wan. United then the divine ones advanced northwest and betimes came o’er the rushes of the Nauglonacht and crossed thereupon into Deörmar oak valley, at the shores of Mumurwuin Of that lake is it the largest of all lakes in Thorelén and its name means Mere of The Wisping Tendrils. Looking on those waters Tianach hallowed them misty by her providence and she had a longing for to salvage them … forever. Therefore by will alone she wrought life dimming her eyes, again she lit them and beheld afore her Cereidwen, Lady of The Lake, her daughter by thought and gave her one incentive “Protect it.” Suddenly a great foaming crest rose forth, wheeling about and Cereidwen set beneath the waves.

Betimes wind haled them to the feet of the hills of Domyn-Únym, The Barren Lives, bereft of life yet Tianach would suffer neither she nor her doves to fare through Cammaurg, whencethey fared into the shoulders of those hills and came within. For five days they weathered the perils of that place, of the Matoks, prehistoric birds wrought in hell by the Dark Son of God hated by the Bright. Yet those beasts that sought to assail the bright goddess were foiled and the doves plucked their eyes from their sockets, and the males they unmanned of their testicles. Wherefrom they came to the land of Hastomar, Valley of Waste rife with many Fasticolans of ugly form. That place is bare and withered tertev, or desolation lies all about and smoke rises in billows from the earth. Then they came to Párnach Bawhoth, The Foothills of Grisly Death, for that is where many of its inhabitants were slain by Govaith the Goblin. There they fared amongst the rising hills and dells and there fine bow met neck and Tianach and her doves were stinted by many ugly beings of goatish kind. Urisks they were called and from the waist down they looked as bipedal goats yet their torsos and faces were as men exceedingly hairy. And she was haled blinded by clothes to the realm of Wattakusowi and the chiefdom of Chief Zhawepehoza, whence he met them before the gates of that realm. Unlike the majority of his kind however his face was that of a goat’s and his horns were much greater in length. He accosted Tianach and spake into her loving eyes, “Who are you?” and Tianach knew the language that they spake and was thereupon fluent in that tongue. “I am Tianach, servant of Vírdha, of Chélcalath, the wester isle!”

True, her glib regard sung much of her frame and in her eyes the light was as sun and moon fair yet in its essence ever wan, faint in the mortal lands. For this Zhawepehoza bequeathed her deference and she possessed of it kindly. Thus the chief came down in splendor to his knees bowing in praise afore she who was divine cleping her such things as Paazhukettu, which means in regard to the mores of the tongue of Kawaya, Exalted Queen, and Tianach donned that name as her own and thus went by that term when in the host of the Goldhoof Urisks. And the people of Wattakusowi grew in the fullness of time to love their goddess and they blest her with worship as that which they paid unto Kukulaax and Nouumajouxat the names which they gave unto the gods Órufin and Vírdha respectively. And Zhawepehoza requested that she remain among his kindred till that day when his youngest son Maanihwakuz would come of age and she consented. Thus for a single cycle of the moonshe made sojourned in the house of the chief exalted and divine. And Dilifwyn and Ghelatién were given regal honors and a pliw or roost high in the roof of the chieftain’s abode. And so that day had come for the right whence a great and wondrous festival was to be held in honor of the urisk child. hail

Thus on the apportioned evening did they hale her unto the revelry, the Goddess fair and she took a chair of dignity athwart from the chief and his wife the queen of Wattakusowi and they conversed much on philosophy and such things as the women of the Urisks tribes are wont to do. Then into the night Tianach came forth and gave dance unto the council of the chief and they wert all taken aback for the beauty of her swaying frame. At length the hour of dining was come and a great many chefs filed out into the banquet hall bearing dishes of meat and green things. Yet Tianach courteously abjured the victuals for ‘twas not her nature to consume life and she was satiated with the drink alone which would come to pass through her as Gwotom a fair fragrance of lovely aroma.

Withal at meat then the chief did beckon Tianach afore his siege with the utmost piety, an honored guest, his jaunty dirk dangling burnished form his belt, he unsheathed, suffering it to see the light lain in darkness for so many years. Kukuwapzi it was cleped in the mores of the tongue of Kawaya and for the prayer Zhawepehoza, Equhexachu’s son prayed Tianach hallowed it now blessed and divine. Then the chief summoned thither his own son Maanihwakuz prince of Wattakusowi and afore a council of his elders and the Goddess Tianach haled him into manhood he was come of age. Then when they had crowned the boy in ivy leaves Tianach kissed him upon the brow and spake “You have my blessings!”

Dismal came a gloaming and the stars bright and wan beyond the east did fan those spirits possessive and a solemn silence fell “Tianach,” Zhawepehoza prayed, “Most gracious goddess servant of our mother Nouumajouxat Lady of the Earth! Hear me entreating for the whole of my kindred!” Tears were in his eyes “Rife with sorrow are our lives, daily we are oppressed, the men slain, the women raped, and the children, sweet innocent children, are beaten savagely for we are but thralls. Thralls we are of simple wit and yet …. How can I suffer the children to go without meat, or the women to bear hideous abominations dying in childbirth. This is must thole daily … my life … I hate, so harken to me the thrall of Govaith, hither I stand beseeching thee that thou in all thy illustrious grace, thy benevolence that no mortal can wield might do well to deliver us from sorrow, my lady … uruzu jolaabawai … my savior, would you free the folk of Wattakusowi? Would you deliver us from pain?”

And Tianach perceived the great sorrow of the goldhoof Urisks and she was moved in her heart in longing and her mind was decided to avail the Goddess spoke “I shall” Thereat the hall pealed thunderous with applause and all wert jubilant and gay. And Tianach took eft her seat at the banquet table as the rumor of her deeds ran amain afore her swiftest pace that by dusk all of Wattakusowi knew they would be free of thralldom.

At nightfall then Tianach forsook the halls of the chief, faring swift and came beyond Wattakusowi to a nameless woods hid amid the hills, untouched and unnoticed, yet Tianach beheld them and she passed through its eaves capering, like a shy doe in her bearing. And for the magic she put forth and the aura she exuded were the woods thenceforth come to be known as Cereidelóth, The Enchanted Woods. Thereupon she raised her voice in song exulting in the glory of the starry plains her voice melodious crooned o’er the canopy and heaven rang with song. And the trees they bent and swayed, the moon she shone bright, and the lights of heaven flamed brilliant the night. The wind laughed gay its joyous song and the flausyn spoke and knew her name “Tianach” it sighed among the leaves as the goddess cantillated in gaiety. Betimes her cavorting had bade her to a glade wide and fair whither the Caralf bloomed and it was called Lhynt-en-Feinnestil which means Glade of Fair Rhythm. Thither it is said she danced as she was wont to dance in Vanwa sacred woods. And the animals gamboling gathered to her and the Caralf woke and harkened to her, the earth beneath her laughed aright and the Goddess shone with immortal light. All things were still. Then Dilifwyn and Ghelatién seven times flew round about that glade and the earth was stirred, the beasts in deference bowed. Then Tianach raised her hands and spoke “Come now my children green gather ‘round and hear the words that I speak and by them be renowned. For poets shall sing of this battle for ages to come of the Mauth-en-Droenyn that we shall wage against Govaith and dethrone him forever. Long have the denizens of Párnach-Bawhoth been subjected to death yet Govaith shall expiate for his crimes. We will go forth and raze Tungothruch to the earth … it ends with the dawn for dawn shall be red with Goblin blood!”

And her voice echoed strident unto the heavens and the woods were brimming with feral calls. Yet not even Govaith could know what loomed ahead, his doom, his fall, the fall of Haurstrang. Thus Tianach held forth her hands and her will was put forth into all the giant trees that rooted in Cereidelóth. Groaning and churning filled the woods as the trees strove to uproot themselves and they were awakened from the sleep that Órufin had set upon them and could walk, and breathe, as in aforetime as in the green years. And Tianach led them marching from Párnach Bawhoth unto Haurstrang.

The morning following, Dawn came up in the east arrayed in splendor, forsaking the roost of her sweet resting, with crisp light in her wings for mortal and immortal kind, Vánghela, Ealá’s benignant wife. Tianach maid of Vírdha beneath that golden vista marshaled the tall trees of Cereidelóth in procession to raze the house of the Grey Goblin, withal she hymned dawn with joyous prayer to quell the soreness of their bearing boles. “Hark, Vánghela of golden dawn, whose pleasing mind doth ever fawn. Whose gilded wings do light with mirth, whose maidens fair bedew the earth!”

To Tungothruch they marched gallant o’er the dour fields of Haurstrang where alone iron filings mantled the earth, thick waste spewed from the mouths of the furnaces of the Goblin Barracks, as within they wrought of that reserve implements of war for to beleaguer the thralls of Govaith. Indeed they seemed in their bearing as a sea of green strewn taut upon the horizon and to them the fortress was a blazing inferno, an obsidian Hell, like the jaws of Tertevaus, The Jaws of Hell. Yea Zhawepehoza fared amongst them and his herald Umumojouzt, wore around his neck strung upon a lanyard of cowhide a well-burnished horn, this he brought to his lips and blared sonorous, harkened from afar by Medrhaud servant of Govaith; and he came forth to meet them. Yet as he yeded near the vanguard lines his feet were stinted and he had no further use of his legs. Now Tianach went up to him awful in her bearing seen and unseen, here, now there, and there all about vaulting round about the plains of Haurstrang. Then she appeared afore Medrhaud and spake unto him as he strained to be away. “Go to thy lord, thrall and say unto him to free the Urisks of Párnach Bawhoth and then Tungothruch shall not be raised and he unscathed will remain!”

Then the legs of Medrhaud were liberated and he fearful of Tianach, the ugly monster fled from that site and came to Tungothruch to the house of his lord where the ears of Govaith harkened yet would not consent. “If war is what she wills, then war she shall have. Medrhaud prepare the forces of Tungothruch we shall slay them all ere the noontide ends! Blood shall sod the earth and myself will slake my weasand with the ichor of Tianach! We shall blanch death and yet meseems ‘tis belike that she shall yield afore the races of Uten wrought! Hail Korbash, son of Aman Incumo, our lord our God! Like the offal of the fasticolan they are and we shall crush them into the earth.”

Thus did the forces of Tungothruch amass and donned in panoply come beyond the gates bound to convene in the plains of Preftrúld, The Lawn of Blood of Haurstrang. Zhawepehoza cried. “Let the blood of the enemy strew these fields, despoiling the hell ground where my forefathers died to yield before the Grey Goblin … It ends this day!”

Thus began the battle and the arrows of the urisks were loosed flying swift, occulting the sun behind a cloud of raining ore, they came and pierced the armor of the goblins and cast them ruined upon the very earth they pummeled. And the echo of clanging swords and spearheads reverberated unto the welkin dismal with many groans. For half of the battle they waged afore the gates of Tungothruch and the goblins with fire flamed a fifth of the trees, broad and unyielding. Yet for the power of Tianach did they raze the gates and the doors of Tungothruch came down, whereat Govaith shuddered heavy upon his siege. Then they took the barracks and laid barren the chambers and alcoves well hidden from sight. At last Tianach encroached within the house of the Grey Goblin and with her bare hands alone usurped his power and brought him by his head to the gates of his abode. “Yield afore us or all thine kindred shall fall!” Then Govaith in fear made surrender and his forces fell back and the urisks were freed. So was the downfall of Govaith. Then Tianach bound he and his herald in adamant fetters and brought her captives hauled unto Wattakusowi. There they were marched in the streets of that place and the urisks urinated on them, they spit on them, and cursed their names.

And from the barracks of Tungothruch Zhawepehoza gave his son to lording it o’er a third of his people Chapwapusaz, his eldest. Of the trees of Cereidelóth they were returned to their erst places and stood as trees, unmoving once more. Erstwhile Tianach remained among the folk of Wattakusowi for several months until that day when at last she knew her sojourn had come to an end and she would to return to Beidwn wisting that if any place the Avie would fare, ’twould be the north and so she came. Yet not alone for Tianach prayed the urisks of Zhawepehoza and the animals of Cereidelóth follow her in her going and they would. Thus they fared into the lands of the north a great following of being, with Medrhaud and Govaith bound in iron chains, pending the judgment that Beidwn alone would give.

Of Rhíadim

Nightfall came and daybreak soon after, nine days passed without event and all the while Rhíadim roved the realm of Dan-Mangmöt having neither incentive nor knowledge for she was lost. At length she came to the great cliffs, Naus-en-Graifeirt, descending them never scaled afore and so was she come to a green land Níacilbar, lain west of the flowing of Muthirnoüs. Without prior notice and by happy fate she happened there on Mörhaiglor, the stag, quenching his thirst by the riverbanks and she called to him yet he did not defer. Therefore the goddess athirst knelt down by his side and drank from the water of that stream that lapped at her lips , to renew her wayworn frame. Then slaked she rose and by her power blest that river whence came coruscations forth from the stream and the water sprites danced upon its face. “Hail Mörhaiglor!” Rhíadim exclaimed, “Stag of Beidwn, the dweller in Egelóvostór, The Majestic Lea. I am come and as one we might do well to thole the agony of Thorelén. And as one we may subsist where all else is lost. Therefore fare with me, into the north we shall go and seek out Beidwn, whither she is bound, and perhaps others on the way. Yet from mine knowing of this land ‘tis belike we shall find no more. Let us go.”

And Mörhaiglor bowed civil within her grace, that the servant of Rhíata mounted the stag of Är Niessa, grasping his tines for reins and they fared as one into the north. For by her power Mörhaiglor was unwearied and he rested not. Therefore they crossed the river Tärthuin and were come unto a land of majesty Egelóv from where they came to the feet of the bald hills, Domyn-Naubh. Those hills are red like desert mounts and no flower doth grow upon their heads nor broad, sloping shoulders but they hairless lay risen prominent from the earth and these they crossed and came beyond to the land of Tuarrast, The Blue Plains. There it is said that the grass was of blue hue lovely and fair where the flutterby flits and knows its place, blessed and foremost. From there they crossed the river Huor, Crow River whose well gushed forth in the Gerethracht and who flowed from Gärdruós into Mumurwuin. Then they were in the land of Norbund, a vivacious meadow, as its name doth signify and they came and forded the Greimring, stream and so were come to Nambinía in the north beyond all other lands where her companions had come. Of that place it is cleped to mean the Eastern Hummocks of the north and they were fairest, gentle heads though not as lovely as are those of Pelopassë which lie many leagues unto the west. In them they fared and Rhíadim knew that they were watched. Then some length when their ways yeded nigh unto Dan-Helpleionor were they waylaid by beings whose lower bodies were that of horses, and whose torsos were those of men. And they had equine ears and the fair faces of the gods, they were Narocks. Their race was akin to the race of Urisks named in the tongue of Kawaya, howbeit the urisks and the narocks for over four hundred fifty three years shared mutual animosity; bitter enmity for odium was their food and prejudice their religion. “Hark who goes there?” A deep voice called, then the hills stirred and at once Rhíadim and Mörhaiglor were hemmed in taut by a band of twenty narocks, who knew not their divinity. Then Dexija, who is king of their race, The Harchest Narocks, the king of Shulouchupopowae, Kingdom of The Hills came forth, drawing on his bow Haaloupu. “Say on or shall I slay thee swiftly?”

Rhíadim looked on him and smiled, then audacious reached forth and lowered his bow and the hand of Dexija did obey. “I am Rhíadim, Goddess of lilt, the maiden of the east servant of the Queen of the Avar. My companion is Mörhaiglor the divine stag of Egelóvostór.”

At once there arose such a murmur among their lines and many wert taken aback, others shied for fear, a jot prayed, then Dexija motioned for his men to fall back. “Hakuamuwae!” He beckoned his lord marshal. “Bring water and food to satiate their needs!” But Rhíadim denied this offering for she perceived of Dexija’s test and Dexija knew then that they feigned gods not. “You are welcome in my realm and methinks that I shall clepe thee Kalulupaeyaa.”

At this Rhíadim stepped aside invoking all her powers and she prophesized for them the narocks their destinies as of yet to be, “Dexija, know you this that in the fullness of time either the races of the Urisk and Narock tribes will unite or somber die in blood and in gore for naught shall arise of this rivalry but death. Yet know you this, this one thing more that there shall come one who shall bring as one thy realm and together ye might be united as ye wert when Órufin in all his splendor walked these lands. So I have spoken, so shall it be!” and they were both confused and awed.

Thereat Dexija bade his men to lead the goddess and her mount unto Shulouchupopowae and they came haled into a covert ravine, veiled deep from sight to a great canyon Shulouchupopowae called in Kawaya, yet whenas Mörhaiglor made his gait o’er its threshold then it came to be Maradh-Faigol, The Stag Ravine. Now in Shulouchupopowae among the divide and in the cliffs the houses of the Narocks were wrought. There sunlight shone upon it and through it flowed the stream of Ouoshuwimgu, The Silverblue Stream as it is called in Kawaya yet in Sulhiryn’s fair tongue it has no name. So commenced Rhíadim’s sojourn in Shulouchupopowae in the tutelage of the Harchest narocks.

And it came to be that the narocks adored their goddess and erected a great temple to do her honor. And Mörhaiglor they reverenced even above her for the stag was sacred among the Narocks as it was among the Urisks and the stag alone was not to be hunted, ever. Now even they commenced in ritual to give praise unto the whole race of the Avar which was unlike as it was in aforetime for indeed ere they worshiped only Órufin and Vírdha of the earth. Daily life was casual, by night festive and the sacred tales were told of their heroes and of their origin from the semen of the god of the hunt.

So oft would Rhíadim cantillate hymns to the gods in Shulouchupopowae and for her lilt the narocks were awed and gave her prayer. Yet not so long she was among their kind that she learned of the plight of the dryads of Gärdruós with whom the narocks greatly sympathized and her heart was bent witting their sorrow. So great was the anguish of the dryads that oft the narocks would sing dirges bemoaning their pain, and what pain it was! For Haurchef, the Gringul was dwelt in that woods and by his baleful power were they slain and felled. At meal when the larder maid brought her tray of bread that alone Rhíadim dined from for she was little famished and her mind was consumed on the dryads. Then two months from the day that she arrived Rhíadim made moot with Dexija, and said to him. “I must go to Gärdruós for I would to end the pain of its inhabitants and fasten Haurchef to a ponderous from which he might ne’er again escape. So must I leave.”

“Yet I shall come with you, though you be a goddess my heart does not give a lady to fend alone. I and my bow Haaloupu, and Hakuamuwae shall take with thee into the darksome depths. For we alone know of the whereabouts of the lair of the Gringul.”

So they gathered their provisions, forsaking Shulouchupopowae and Mörhaiglor stayed alone in Maradh-Faigol for he was peaceful being not given to the lustings of war, so they the three fared into the east to the forest of Gärdruós, betimes they came and passed within.

Hushed they stole through the eaves of that woods and came to fare many leagues into the south hid within the shadow of the Gerethracht as Dexija had counseled. Through the umbrage they endeavored yet beheld none of the life as was prated to reside there for the dryads all in fear had held their boles still and immobile donned the semblances of quiescent and mundane trees. Many sunless days past eventless yet like horses the narocks were unwearied and Rhíadim long-suffering tholed for her mind was pensive and she could wit the misery all-surrounding, though she knew ‘twould not long endure, nevermore. Therefore sly the goddess and her companions had come to halt near a great mere whose waters were like light; limpid bright whose depths delved so low her eyes could not pierce its darkness though lucid they were and she held her arms o’er its face and said, “Let it be this day forth called, Nen-Éitherclost.” Howbeit verily she cleped it in the tongue of the Gods which none but they themselves can speak. “Whither lies the Gringul’s lair?” Rhíadim asked decorous and Hakuamuwae replied “Nigh to this mere, though where exactly we have not the knowledge for none have afore us ventured so deep nor gone unseen it is by happy fate that we are here … alive.” For a time they scoured the shores of that mere hewing a path through the thick and dense brush till at length they happened on a cave some distance to the north, a dark and brooding cave and Rhíadim knew that there he lied in darkness and in death. She turned to them and spake “Now you may turn back I will not shun yet if you abandon me to fend alone.” but the narocks were truculent. They made their way into the cave their hands groping the darkness their feet haled by fear and fury, then Rhíadim chilled their limbs still and she alone went forth into the dark. “Come forth thou scathing wolf and look on my face.” Then the goddess shed a light so blinding it stirred the wolf wakeful and he looked on Rhíadim and was afraid.

She came forth and Haurchef in a single bound was at the ready, his hackle erect he snarled. “Row we shall Oiala, but I shall not go defeated!” Then Rhíadim with her bare hands gripped the hackle of the wolf tearing at him viciously the hair torn clean from his spine. Then that Gringul sent forth a horrid yelp and the narocks shuddered for fear it. Mad, he clawed at Rhíadim and thrust her from him. And their battle brought them from the cave and into the woods pervaded in the cries of quarrel then at last Haurchef cast the goddess into the lake. So was she felled in water. Adread, Dexija gazed into the waters of Nen-Éitherclost groping for her frame alas he saw her not. Haurchef could feel his rage for he was in essence, half divine and so he fled but Dexija would not give him flight, tacking and veering through the depths in rage he strung an arrow to his bow and loosed it flying swift to Haurchef’s chest, it struck home yet did not slay him and he would regret it. For lo Haurchef ceased the movement of his legs and turned to face his opponent, his fangs glistening, he bounded upon his assailer and tore at the narock’s chest with his fangs until all mauled the king lay dead. Haurchef looked on Hakuamuwae and spake, the gore of his deed sliding down his jowls. “How now! But methinks that not long shall you endure. Goodnight!” ‘Twas that Rhíadim came forth from the depths of the mere and with her bare hands grappled and wrestled with her foe upon the earth. Growling and snarling, cries of anguish and tears were expelled till at last Rhíadim gripped Haurchef by both jaws and pulling strong snapped his mouth in half. He was dead. Then the body she took and chained o’er ingress of the cave and carved in stone evermore, it spelt, “Haurchef 234 P.E. to 4954 P.E.” she spake “So falls Haurchef, Wolf of Isenbor.” yet the joy of triumph was short lived and she looked on the body of Dexija laid unattended to in the brush and she cast herself upon it and in sorrow moaned.

Eftsoons upon a bier of oak branches Hakuamuwae and Rhíadim bore the king of the Harchest Narocks unto Shulouchupopowae and there a funeral was held to inter body in the catacombs of Maradh-Faigol whither his forefathers lay all in a row. And the dryads of Gärdruós were come to mourn for they heard rumor of the audacious deeds of the king and so many drove their boles from thither to where he lay and they called forth a wind to blow that day and a brooding rain fell. And Rhíadim spake “Though so short a time I knew this king he was a valiant and wondrous being of the Gods. Pious and loving, a father and a hero. We ought all give him praise. And yet this land is alone so I give thee now ye knew king Sheikerimga, son of Dexija.”

Then Hakuamuwae and the elders of the Narock tribe beckoned the son of their lord Sheikerimga. And in made moot for so young he was but they had no alternative, therewithal they crowned him king, on the day of his father’s interring. So great was the sorrow of that day that none were glad to see the boy king, neither the boy nor his haughty mother. Yet Rhíadim embraced him and blest him by her power saying “Thou shalt prosper in lording it o’er all thy realm … have faith in the Gods and thou shalt be triumphant!” Thenceforth the sojourn of the Goddess and her stag was very short, very short indeed for she could not long bare to thole the memories that dwelt in that place and the Dryads stayed with her to soothe her pain. At length a voice pealed silent to the whole, yet not to the goddess for Rhíadim was called into the west of Thorelén and she knew that there Beidwn was in all her glory, she would to leave Shulouchupopowae and never come again. Yet not alone she would to yede therefore the lady implored the narocks and the dryads so gathered to fare with her if that they would look on the face of one of the Avar and they were all decided and Sheikerimga said, “By thee Kalulupaeyaa, We shall come.”

Of The Elaiar:

The wind woke at the song of Iványa, heavy it whirred, howling stridulous upon the tawny lawns of Preft-Gaipogweirt lain northeast of Dan-Mangmöt where wind gales strongest nigh the purling of Tärthuin. She sang in her song of Gwailóbal whom she led and of the dale of Threstamar long forsaken, praying he perspicuous might yede unto her site, whither she lay in waiting, alas he did not. And her voice mellifluous pealed profound like thunder dark and occult ringing hollow within the painted-helm, it felled even the heart of lady Vírdha bent and the rock of her reclining Drágir called, with ease reducted in the song of her voice. At length her lilt thinned until at last It failed and she was silent, the gale subsided, the sun scaled noon. Betimes and when Iványa held all hope forlorn there was come a song in reply echoing unto the firmament till in that place Kavara harkened and her face curled smiling. Then Iványa hymned again and eft there arose a song more fair than her own and she knew it, Gwailóbal. Singing without words the king of the sylphs in a whirlwind vaulted before her shaken frame wreathed all in his regal garb, they embraced and in love were as one again, that that land was now Preft-en-Márngweirt, lawn of wind love. “Have my heart Gwailóbal and I shall have thine, let it be that never again shall we part. Yet we ought seek out our kindred of whom methinks ‘tis belike they in wandering have fared nigh to us and ‘tis the will of Oroden that we be united together again.”

Eftsoons those Elaiar set forth again faring from Preft-en-Márngweirt to the realm of Unowairm, the narrow strand betwixt the Tärthuin and Abh-Elammen. Therefore from there they clomb down the cliff of Naus-en-Graifeirt and were then north of Níacilbar and the flowing of Muthirnoüs and so were come to the region where in Thorelén the sun first shone, in all his gilt splendor. Thereat in regard to the more of the Cetlur did they genuflect and aver “Hail the sun great Azera who from Alloth arose, vassal of Izakiel, thane of Oroden. And you too Ealá heaven scaling bird praise be to thy holy name!”

In their wandering they stumbled upon the horse Brächoialar grazing kindly on the hassocks of that land, with silver light all about him. Him they mounted and rode on through the land that was alow the level of the sea and came so far thus as where faring at last they had found Oröra and Osinganor asleep beneath the rowan trees of that land most beloved by Eilumenon. “Hail Oröra and Osinganor lord and lady of flame!” and the twain stirred from their unquiet rest. “By some spell we were cast asleep though of its caster we know one thing, that he is a drake of the darkness a dweller in the north. Máboldög, the Drake of Isenbor! Shall we seek him out? Shall we castigate him?” and Iványa looked on Oröra aghast yet spake “We shall!” So was the meeting of the four and they made moot and so set forth for the land of Dan-Lhalgremírb, home of the dragons.

Therefore the length of six suns they progressed into the north thro’ the whole of the glory of Abh-Elammen looking on by dawn the mountains of Meneth-Alduil lain to the far east beyond which the sun in all his grandeur would rise whence they hailed him divine. Then on the pinnacle of the seventh day did they spent cross through the marches of the dragon land a place of dust and waste. Its earth was mantled in mire and thick putrid gases steamed forth from the mould. Of the foliage ‘twas all withered and parched for there no rain ever fell that it Oloma had long ago forsaken. Yet ‘twas from this region that in aforetime the good dragons of Oroden arose Erachel and Vhawe of Belecthion.

Wellaway they did not divagate unseen and when their path had bore them two leagues from Abh-Elammen and so were as when they were in Thorelén no more were they waylaid by the king of that place Worlug and his brother Rhaessürm. As like thralls they were enchained in adamant, bound taut their links permanent and strong and so in this were heaved to that place where the Dark Lord, the son of Aman Incumo laid, Korbash Dread horror. Many a brooding dragon was thronged there to defend their father divine among them the most dire of their race. Yet the son of Aman was not as he was foretold as a great king of terrible power and dark might, yet he laid gelded upon the earth and imperiously weak. Owing to this the Elaiar feared him not in this his dour form, and so they drew near him audacious, even so the dragons would not brook it and they stinted their legs with their eyes. “We seek Máboldög!” Osinganor exclaimed. A great laughter arose.

“Máboldög is not here,” Worlug spake. “He has not come unto Dan-Lhalgremírb what meseems be millenia. But you have come and you will die.”

The eyes of Worlug bore baleful into them their hue of tawny tone like the venom of the serpent seething hot in their veins, and his curling grin laid them in scathing oppression. Thus Oröra cried and Iványa wailed, and the kings of the elements to their knees were felled supplicating for release, yet they would have none. Suddenly a voice encroached on the heart of Gwailóbal and he was brimmed with such a rage as cannot not be paid no regard and he had the strength of will to come forth speaking “We are mightiest of our kind the kings of the Elements and we shall not be dealt with so cruelly, nor we will concede unto ye and thy derisive master! Deceiver of God!”

Again the dragons gave way to peals of laughter, making jests of the Elaia and his band of trifling cohorts. With his ophidian tail Worlug jostled him though notwithstanding his lordship dispensed of the dragon’s callous hounding and persevered all the more so within the gloom of the shadow of death. “Make of me as you will!” He voiced, and the salver of the earth groaned. “Yet know you this, I shall not yield before malice! Though you may bind me in fetters, torture my mind and my body until I a god am spent nigh unto death you will never divest me of my dignity! Endeavor and you shall fail!” At one fell swoop the veil burst into guffaws yet as it were Gwailóbal drew out adamant and unyielding. He strode onward with a heedless gait that sung a great deal of his temperament, jaunty and spry. His eyes like fire flaring, the suchness of his regard bound them in chains of foreboding and they that looked on him shied their eyes avaunt. “Yet ere I die then may I not go in concession!” he ascended the tone of his voice hitherto vociferous it rang and at that juncture the Elaia put forth all his will into the faculty of his alluring tongue, evoking forthwith from heaven a squall to coerce them. Lo the welkin limned from tawny to atrous, lowering aloft as if it were wrought arrear the darksome gates of hell. The profundities of the earth groaned from which the Vaiyar tempted their master with their means of malignant discourse, and the warping eyes of Korbash beheld them and bleared to blind their lord from truth. Swelling from the clouds a bulge descended upon the earth a vortex of howling winds and dark grey clouds snaking to the earth its collision roared like thunder hurling aloft vast billows of dust and rock and of those dragons to lie near it they were consumed and purged at the pinnacle of its cylinder. Iványa called upon the power and with her sway she conjured a second to avail the first, then a further, and a further until thousands struck the earth with dire blows. For the power of Oröra and that of Osinganor were the vortexes flamed and the clouds of darkness turned to crimson fire and dragon flesh was seared and burned. Forthwith Korbash, shamefaced whirled about upon the earth and vanished in a cloud of dark smoke. At last and when the dragons cowered in fear and in dread in the darkness of Dan-Lhalgremírb, Worlug spoke to uplift their dour hearts. “We shall pend for when their power has failed then we shall take them spent!”

Gwailóbal guffawed he mounted his quivering arms and cried with a lilting voice, “Here it ends, our last feat! Farewell!”

With that the Elaiar let down their whirring arms to the waist and stood beaming stolid beneath their starry brows. And lo the lot of the fire and the wind and the air and the storm was drawn to them as if they a lodestone attracted aught in their path. It came gyring about a flaming vortex striking them, now a melding lightning, fire and wind. Such a roaring came out, a sonorous groaning reverberating in the veil like thunder it shook the very foundations of the earth and then all at once in a juncture it was gone and with it the Elaiar were seen no more.

A whirring saturated Breochfintór, until swiftly a sudden flame lit up the woods incinerating an immense area of wooded terrain evermore scorched and blackened by flame. So came the Elaiar into the north of Thorelén, far distant from the death of Dan-Lhalgremírb. They would return to Beidwn. Thus began their quest for the goddess of youth, going into the west. Thereupon they came to the Gerethracht, Earth Wall a great wall of stone and rock and in there Osinganor and Oröra found many of their kind in hiding from the power of Gorgoruch and so they salvaged them and built the great city of Norfang in Thorelén. For when they pleaded they would not come and so alone Iványa and Gwailóbal when in quest of Beidwn into Nambinía and they came thence to Melnumblén, lovely dale and from there crossed the river Sylvasior and came into the vale of Heimmóspë where all is quiet and grandeur dwells. Thereupon they advanced further west and so were come to the land of Dan-Dath-Lomín behind Loeth-Heirtyn, Brächoialar riding at their side. Beidwn was mourning there and they saw her and called her name and so were united once more as one.

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