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He could soften the heart of the sternest of foes,
He can finish the warlord within his own tower,
With a word, with a note, with a lilt of the voice,
A song of a story from the Elder Days of the Elves, one that tells of the flight of the Ea'Eluthinar, the First Elves, from their homeland of Silvalurien. The words have been changed a little from the elven to the common tongue, but the spirit of the story remains.
Born of forest, sun and wind,
Blessed with years, granted grace,
In the woods and by the lakes,
Ring of Earth, strength and shape,
Raiments born of emerald leaf,
Wisdom and beauty beyond the sunrise,
Sundered realm of broken branch,
Thirsting tide, the sweep of death,
Strange enchantments, before the fall,
Cradling hope and seed and life,
I sing the song of a warrior's son,
A mother's love is true and pure,
I sing the song of a warrior's bride,
A father is a stalwart tree,
I sing the song of a warrior man,
A father, mother and a son,
I sing the song of family,
Cast of deepest green,
Like a rushing river,
Pale like ivory,
Puller of heartstrings,
Loved by wise man,
Chorus:
One thing there was he did not have,
Chorus
The Lord Jelfont, no hair had he,
Chorus
The time then came for Lord Jelfont,
Chorus
Into town rode Lord Jelfont,
Chorus
"Good day, fine sirs", said Lord Jelfont,
Chorus
"Of course my lord," each maker chimed,
Chorus
The first was fine, both long and straight,
Chorus
Blond and curly, was the second,
Chorus
The last, the third, was sleek and black,
Chorus
"A pox on this!" cried Lord Jelfont,
Chorus
"The Most Dangerous Man"
As told by Shadoki.
Said the old village crone, "List ye well while ye can."
"This man that I talk of is not what he seems,
For he plays with emotions and juggles your dreams.
Or harden the will of the meek to oppose.
He can make the bold soldier leave battle behind,
Or dispel magic thoughts from the cunning mage mind.
Or cause the wise priest to forget godly power.
For emotions and thoughts are the weapons he wields,
And these cut through the strongest of magical shields.
He will tug at your heart till you're left with no choice.
Yes, beware of the bard," said the wise village crone,
"Who might topple a king, and then sit on his throne."
"Eu'Laslanh" - The Leaving
As sung by La'Orian Wildthorn.
Rolling plains beneath the sky,
Twisting silver flowing rivers,
Snow topped mountains rising high,
Oh Silvalurien.
Born of meadow, rain and light,
The children of the mother earth,
Ea'Eluthinar, first and bright,
In Silvalurien.
Greenleaf sons and daughters,
Kin and guardians of land,
Creatures, trees and waters,
All Silvalurien.
Arts called from earth, fire, water, air,
The children, Ea'Eluthinar did gather,
And birthed Silvalurien most fair,
Birthed Silvalurien.
Ring of Fire, shield and guide,
Ring of Air, breath of life,
Ring of Water, growth and tide,
Oh Silvalurien.
Foundation roots and twinned with stone,
Caressing sky and linked in stream,
Magic and nature, elven home,
Bright Silvalurien.
Timeless dwelling filled with lore,
Tails of fire in the skies,
Dawn the beasts of bloody maw,
Fading Silvalurien.
Shattered land of rended limb,
Defiled domain, the silenced dream,
The Ea'Eluthinar light did dim,
Stricken Silvalurien.
Steel and magic, tooth and might,
The first and wise feared loss of all,
Eu'Laslanh, the time of flight,
Dead Silvalurien.
Summoned in the final grieving,
Silvalurien's great gift of life,
To make the Ships of Leaving,
Farewell Silvalurien.
Amidst endless tears of mourning,
Upon waves, away from the sun,
To seek the new Home's dawning,
Lost Silvalurien.
"The Warrior's Family'"
As sung by Riordan Hal.
For life and love and such,
A man must live from day to day,
And bless those with his touch,
For only when he is a man,
Can life be truly sweet,
For only when he is a man,
Prepared his fate to meet.
As he rode along the road,
I sing the song of a warrior's son,
As to his death he strode.
A thing of brightening hope,
A mother's love will endure,
And through her love we cope,
For only when a mother's love,
Is with you every day,
For only then the gods above,
Will listen as you pray.
Her son is far away,
I sing the song of a warrior's bride,
Whose love will never stray.
Unbowed by wind that blows,
A father is a rock for thee,
To steady that which grows,
For only with a father's strength,
To mould you as if clay,
For only then a man at length,
Do you become this day.
His heart as true and brave,
I sing the song of a warrior man,
To life his son he gave.
A family for all to see,
A father, mother and a son,
How we do envy thee,
For though they live and die someday,
A special thing they had,
A love that lived come what may,
For this they shall be glad.
And in the gods we trust,
I sing this song for you and me,
For soon we shall be dust.
"Ellashar, Elven Jewel"
As sung by Darinsa Holbend.
By a crystal pool,
Sat a maiden fair,
Ellashar, elven jewel.
Shining in sun's light,
Shaped like oval gems,
Ellashar, eyes so bright.
Tumbling over rocks old,
Spun of silken threads,
Ellashar, hair of gold.
Beauty caught in her face,
Skin smooth and light,
Ellashar, elven grace.
Smitten for endless while,
Radiant and lovely,
Ellashar, beauteous smile.
And capering fool,
Fairest of the forest,
Ellashar, elven jewel.
"Lord Jelfont and the Three Wigmakers"
As sung by Thomas D'Artane.
A man of wealth and power,
Gold he had, and silver too,
Servants tending every hour.
Lord Jelfont, he was called,
Lord Jelfont, he was bald,
Lord Jelfont, not much up there,
Lord Jelfont, he had no hair!
Despite his name and riches,
Possessed by smiths and serfs and maids,
And diggers in their ditches.
His pate was bald and shining,
Touched with dancing candlelight,
Whenever he was dining.
To find himself a wife-o,
"But without hair the search may take",
"The rest of all my life-o!"
Passed butchers, clerks and bakers,
Til he espied a hanging sign,
"Try us the Three Wigmakers!"
"A fine and dandy wig-o",
"Is what I need to see me right",
"And one thats not too big-o."
"For you my best creation",
Each thinking of the lord's gold purse,
"Twill be the envy of the nation!"
"This will cause eyes to turn-o",
But then a spark flew from his pipe,
And it blazed like an infern-o.
With ringlets soft and wavy,
But it would not sit, it slipped and slid,
And fell into his gravy.
And looked good with a hat-o,
But when Lord Jelfont tried it on,
It was ravished by a cat-o.
"My shame can find no haven",
"From this day forth, I do decree",
"All shall go with heads shaven!"
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