Ando Eldarinwa

"And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the KIng

Lee: Not being able to speak is not the same as not speaking. You seem as if you like to talk. I like to let people talk who like to talk. It makes it easier to find out how full of talk they are.
Carter: What the hell did you just say?

'Not all who wander are lost' - JRR Tolkein

 "I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise! 'Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee' and I don't mean to. I don't mean to!" Sam
The man who invented the eraser had the human race pretty well sized up.
Van Roy's Laws

Without change something sleeps inside us and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

Duke Lito Artreides, Dune

I do not seek, I find.
Pablo Picasso

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
George Meredith

The more you say, the less people remember. The fewer the words, the greater the profit.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Crowfoot - Blackfoot warior and orator

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!
Emiliano Zapata

I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.
Cyrano De Bergerac

"I know about people who talk about suffering for the common good. It's never bloody them! When you hear a man shouting "Forward, brave comrades!" you'll see he's the one behind the bloody big rock and the wearing the only really arrow-proof helmet!"

"Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anyting. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true. People's heads are full of knowledge, facts, and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it all true. People are stupid; they can only rarely tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and yet they are confident they can, and so are all the easier to fool"

Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander, Wizards First Rule

Murphy's Military Laws
13. The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.
14. There is nothing more satisfying that having someone take a shot at you, and miss.
6. The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.


"When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we
do not see the one which has been opened for us."

~Helen Keller (1880-1968)


Tell a man there are 300 Billion stars in the universe
and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it
and he'll have to touch to be sure.



The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own
...if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
...and if you can source your life from its own presence.
 I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
...and still stand on the shore of a lake, and shout to the silver of a full moon "YES!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
...weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
...and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native Elder, May 1994"


" Return this man to Huma's breast

Let him be lost in sunlight

In the chorus of the air where breath is translated;

At the skies border receive him.


Beyond the wild impartial skies

Have you set your lodgings,

In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires

In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.


Grant to him a warriors rest.

Above our singing, above singing itself

May the ages of peace converge in a day

May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.


And set the last spark of his eyes

In a fixed and holy place

Above words and the borrowed land to loved

As we recount the ages.


Free from the smothering clouds of war

As he once rose in infancy,

The long world possible and bright before him,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Upon the torches the stars

Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;

From that wronged and nestling country,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Let the last surge of his breath

Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;

From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Take refuge in the cradling air

From the heart of the sword descending,

From the weight of battle on battle,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Above the dreams of ravens where

His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,

From the yearning for war and the wars ending,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Only the hawk remembers death

In a late country; from the dusk,

From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Then let his shade to Huma rise

Out of the body of death, of the husk unravelling;

From the lodging of mind upon nothing, we are thankful that you,

Lord Huma, deliver him.


Beyond the wild, impartial skies

Have you set your lodgings,

In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires

In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.


Return this man to Huma's breast

Beyond the wild impartial skies

Grant to him a warriors rest.

And set the last spark of his eyes

Free from the smothering clouds of war

Upon the torches the stars

Let the last surge of his breath

Take refuge in the cradling air

Above the dreams of ravens where

Only the hawk remembers death

Then let his shade to Huma rise

Beyond the wild, impartial skies"


Weis and Hickman. Dragonlance Chronicles: Dragons of Winter Night

Death Chant of the Kinight of Solamania for Sturm Brightblade


The Sun

The splendid eye

Of all our heavens

Dives from the day.


And leaves

The dozing sky,

Spangled with fireflies,

Deepening with gray.


Now sleep,

Our oldest friend

Lulls in the tree

And calls

Us in.


The Leaves

Give off cold fire

They blaze into ash

At the end of the year


And birds

Coast on the winds

And wheel in the North

When Autumn ends


The day grows dark

The seasons bare


But we

Await the suns

Green fire upon

The trees.


The wind

Dives through the day

By season, by moon

Great kingdoms arise.


The breath

Of firefly, of bird

Of trees, of mankind

Fades in a word


Now sleep

Our oldest friend

Lulls in the trees

And calls

Us in.


The Age

The thousand lives

Of men and their stories

Go to their graves.


But we,

The people long

In poem and glory

Fade from the song



Qualinost elves song

Dragonlance Chronicles: Dragons of Autumn Twilight

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

The ProphecyLOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring

JRR Tolkien

A heart thats true in harper blue

Makes song from hearts own fire

And though betrayed, is not afraid:

In danger, leaps up higher


No world is free of minstrelsy

Nor noise, nor rage, nor sorrow

A harper must discharge his trust

Before he asks to borrow


My Harper Hall is free to all

Who serve in song and playing

But you whod hide you song inside

Are very sadly straying


Will you withdraw beyond the law

Lie safely in your slumber

While dangers shake your world awake

And Death makes up his number?


Did harper here betray those dear

Hed feel more than my tongue

If place youd earn, yous better learn

More music than youve sung.


For if you die, while safe you lie

Halled in your selfish bone

No chant will come, no harper drum

And youll lie ling alone.


Get up, take heartgo make a start,

Sing out the truth you come for

Then when you die, your heart may fly

To halls we have no name for


Anne McCaffrey All the Weyrs of Pern



Feautured in "The breaking of the Fellowship"

LOTR Soundtrack Sung by Edward Ross


When the cold of Winter comes

Starless night will cover day

In the veiling of the Sun

We will walk in bitter rain


But in dreams

I still hear your name

And in dreams

We will meet again


When the seas and mountains fall

And we come, to end of days

In the dark I hear a call

Calling me there

I will go there

And back again



Featured in "The Council of Elrond"

LOTR Soundtrack --- Sung by Enya


O mór henion I dhû:

Ely siriar, êl síla

Ai! Aníron Undomiel


Tiro! El eria e mor.

I lir el luitha uren

Ai! Aníron



From darkness I understand the night:

Dreams flow, a star shines

Ah! I desire Evenstar


Look! A star rises out of the darkness

The song of the star enchants my heart

Ah! I desire





divide and conquer

Who would you be to question

Those days long since passed

Where the bravest went to their doom

And light wept its lifeblood?


I mourn for Timeheart

The voices creeping away

Sorrows inexpressible

Fill my eyes

Longing for absolution

There is never enough

That can ever be done




A last drop has faded to nothingness

The Earth cries for her caretakers

The elves, passed away

Whose songs echo among the trees

Haunting those who seek them

The guides have left their children

Only destruction can fill their place

For the wise have faded

Leaving others to fight on

Tired of life

They choose to abandon, and pass into Timeheart


Long have theses waters trembled

As you passed

The drops shaking in mortification

While your fires draw near

Mortal men have come and gone

But you remain

To torment those who hate you


They bounded with joy

Twirling, edged sharp above mirrored waters

Feet slicing so gently

Forgetting the sorrows, and tears

They laughed and danced

Frantically to keep the shadows at bay


And in those ancient days

One passed by bringing wisdom and kindness

So rare.

One who would burn himself in their minds

He led them, far past all mortal endurance

And when he departed

Their sorrows couldnt remain

Trapped within the boundaries of spoken words

A light no longer shared with the world

But they endured for what else is there to do

To forget heartbreak?

And standing in the last rays of sunshine

In their minds they heard his laughter

Rolling of the mountains

And they longed for that sound

That forgotten sound

Never passing through their lips

And their longing for that sound

Was so very vast.


..but never again was it to delight a mortals ears.