Yspirfal

This is a very engaging narrative my poet, it contains all the elements of a love story beautifully encased in passion, rapture, and ecstasy, nicely composed in all its glory

Thank you for reading. The poem is actually written as part of a Mythology I call the Fall of Splendor. The poem is a song sung by unicorns about two stars in the night sky.

You are humbly welcome, my poet... and please enjoy your evening  

I want the whole Mythology of yours
sleep-spoken and whispered to me,
in realms between awake and resting
where I'm almost free
...of this earthly quest

Not because there isn't power in every letter
the words could stop any day from turning
Mesmerized is my longing feeling
You captured my inner most; burning
...in my chest.

I wonder if it contains the islands and the greens
maybe even the wisdom of the old
Sagas lived for ages with souls reoccurring
in the stories never told
...of the Blessed

Maybe I can find myself in your song
because I've sung it myself, before
Living a life Here, and There
interconnected, multifaceted lore
...at its absolute best

Who said Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
aren't as real as they come
Summoned easily by lover's song
granting access to our home
...the Souls nest

Can't wait to read your inside walls
I find your gift spectacular
Brilliantly painting a world of it's own
ridden of all things opacular
...within a Dreamer's rest

Thank you <3

I honestly feel privileged that my work interests you. It is mostly written in prose form. So what I did was I posted the first chapter of the first Book for you to read if you so desire.

Chapter 1, “The Dark Elves”


Long ago before the world that is was, before the fountains of the deep were broken up and the continents divagated, before only one moon rose alone upon the hour of gloaming and before even time was measured by day and night; aye! long ago how different the world was! Reposed upon its special bed of youth, the earth toiled not neither did it spin. All the heavens lay somnolent. Twas in this initial state of universe that souls of men first arose to know beauty and love and being that long long journey which is eternal for the spirit will endure when the body has perished. But the memory of such days have become all but lost to men of this age whose lives are as brief and batter as the winter rose. But if one takes care to walk the edge of the wood in the quiet hours of twilight; the sound, the subtle song of memories deep and furtive as the roots of the weald can be heard whispering of a time when both elves and men and even fay (those creatures of purest magic and mirth) roamed with gleeful eyes beneath the sky. In those days the world that now is was not and the world that was was called Elfand.
If one looks to a map of those days he will see that in the far east, but not so far as to be upon the very shores of the sea, lay a wide realm of mountain, wood, and lea land. In these regions did elves and faeries dwell (though it is that faeries dwelt in both the east and west). But it is the lay of Lorn, and the outer laying provinces around it where the dark elves dwelt.  And this is where our journey must begin.
But what exactly are elves? And what do elves do? Why they are shepherds of the forest, guardians of trees and the nurturers of their saplings not all together unlike ents or dryads, save that they are as men but immortal. For they tend the gardens of woodlands grooming both bark and bower and speaking with those gentle beings as a man might speak to his friend. Yet they have not been appointed arderous tasks in that trees are obsequious beings to all the world and by nature need little fawning, but theirs is a great work for with much patience and care and by their magic do men find air to breath and fill their lungs that without whom could there be no life and without which a terrible void of beauty shouldst cover the world then would not men be as but creatures of the sea, a shadeless sea of insipid lands barren of bark and bower and dolorious for lack of their furtive powers. Such is the magic of trees; and the elves understood these things.
Lea of Lentar and lay of Lorn, those vastest of elfin woodland realms, merged on the north most roots of the thundering hills; hills which, in those days, echoed neither rumor nor fearful whisper of orc. Rather were they dressed and decked with tree and flower unscathed, unhewn. And thus the elves named these mountains the Laethril hills (hills which were in truth merely the northern most fingers of the Waywergond).  The voice of elf and maiden lingered ever upon the rills and down low in the valleys of this region. The hills were filled with laughter. And well indeed did the Laethril hills echo words softly spoken to ring them out in a chorus of song and poetry. Well did those valleys echo the hymns of Aegdulas. And the flute of Emagil was yet ever the sweetest of those choruses.
Lorn was an airy wood. Its vast folds and grove of willow, elm, birch, and oak were trees of broad stature whose trunks rose haughtily into the sky. And though Lorn’s bowers were yet broad, covering all; the forest bed spread beneath, a wide space of tall green lea and flowers. Of which; blues, yellows and oranges favored most the pedals which decked the lea forest soil. Among whom the favorites of Lorn’s queen were the gowans, and the asphodels, and the violet lilies, and the water lilies of the river Dauln; and all such delicate things whose hue were turquoise.  Often then would the maidens gather those precious flowers and weave them into crowns and headdress for the queen to ware when’re she danced through the stoneless streets of their kingdom in parades and days of festivity.
Of course there was rarely a day without festivity. And rarely a day in which the queen of Lorn nor her whole troupe of maidens could not be found upon the banks of the river Dauln parading up and down it.
The Dauln is indeed a mighty river running yet nigh the breadth of all Lorn. The Eressa is but a child of it. And its waters are pristine and sweet almost twinkling like transparent sheets of ice beneath a star-clustered sky, ever freshly drawn from the fountains of Vaeyn-anur (which riseth to form the northernmost tips of the mountains of Vaynul-Luinlos). Often have the eunicorn drank and bathed upon its banks; for its current is gentle and filled which the songs of shallow falls. (And it was to them a beloved stream, and cherished greatly in their eyes. There was not a river in all the world which held such favor to those faerie save that of the Esgaroth. For its lute was first conceived in the mind of Erdanos. (Howbeit Ayngwvil played a part in that strand).
Whom has heard the call of ease and careless duty like streams, which having no want, have passed o’er polished stones of moss and days that will not die when time is caught in webs of green and leaf so that it passeth not? Such is becoming of elfin lands. And thus is the lay of Lorn afore even upon the days of Vyspil-nos.
Therefore it came to be that as the kingdom paradise of Lorn flourished and was increased in riches beyond measure, the dark elves built for Euduros their king and Aelofil their queen and for their children and for their children’s children a great city; a place, a palace, in the heart of that wood where they might gather and might dwell, a home for when their hearts wearied of carefree carousing.
They named their dwelling place Mithiliand. So ever was it called Mithiliand, the fair city of Lorn. Here they dwelt beneath lightly thatched roofs of bark in house and hamlet, where the air was clearest and the wind often a sweet and gentle whistle. For those elves loved the shadow of the forest and the sound of the world which echoed near the roots of the trees. And many were the winged creatures, which perched and found home to nestle there amongst the elves and delight in the melody of that people’s speech; for they were fair-tongued and good-hearted.
   How is it that such a folk and city of elves hath endured beyond long and mournful ages when the powers of Gothulian grew cruel and fierce and yet nobler of their fellows have fallen with kingdoms lost to even myth and scribe?
Far below could none ever tell such a great city lay silently. And ere since have many of the wood elves strived to imitate the glory of Mithiliand. And namely in the dark days ahead for its natural design was surely a safe haven from the four footed and prowling servants of Menroth and more dastardly things which walked aright. Yet short were the years that his minions found strength to tread within Lorn in great numbers and were they not all cast out and even justly slain?
Ere since the love of Euduros and Aelofil hath shone upon this world did not Daenthil, that great shepherd of old, tend with sleepless care the trees of Lorn insomuch that they sprouted unmeasured indeed? Few were there whose bowers hung low enough to touch the forest bed.  Though yet the willow and the willow elm did surely have bowers bent low upon the ground. And were there still many of those whose trunks stretched as tall as all the rest of that great wood. Mayhap it was the magic of Daenthil, or has some have suggest one of the lost Evar which kept that wood safe.
Now of the willow, elm, birch, and oak which grew amongst the woods of Lorn were not the oak and birch the mightiest of these? The shepherd of those woods held these in highest favor. And namely the oak for among them were his saplings named. So it was that in the center of Mithiliand grew a great thick grove of white and silver birch (though the stature of these trees was much less than the great oaks of Asengroth, their roots were deep and their bowers of a lengthy breadth). These trees stood as towers whose crowns reached toward the sun. And in the long hours of the day their shadows ran the length of the outlaying hills. The bark of their trunks ran smooth as stone finely polished. And their leaves shimmered brightly in the twilight. All who came to behold this copse would say, “Gimol-aevyth-eleuf-fanuel,” which is to say “Behold the halls of the blessed!” for their glory was not hidden. Here Euduros pleased to dwell.
These Birches rooted beside a child of the Dauln. This river did Euduros bid his wife to name. And Aelofil called it Nydiluin for the joy of Nogond was reflected in its diminutive cascades. Thus the sylph was pleased to linger nearby.
Euduros however often longed to dwell where ye may yet gaze upon the stars and listen to their voices as he had afore in those days upon the shores of Iluvius. Now that copse of birch afore mentioned was among the stoutest in Lorn. Therefore, being perched thereupon, might Euduros behold the sky unhidden by leaf and unbroken by bower. Here the buds bloomed long like sprays from fountains. Yet they were thick and soft like clouds but strong as mountain stone.
Thus the halls of Glyem-Twiloth were carved in splendor. And here it was the throne and royal courtyard of the lords of the dark elves would ever be found. Now in it’s building remembered Euduros well the secrets of the honey-dew halls and the simple pleasures of those southern woods of tall spicy pines, which Byrlbranch long ago tended even in the days when fay no longer dwelt in the east,  insomuch that its presence seemed as but a shadow and an outline of the trees.
The dark elves build a great courtyard which met the forest below through a serious of elegantly winding stairs ornately carved and inlaid with wreaths of silver and writhes of white and purple flowers. Rails woven of vine, strong as iron, girded the stairways. Bells brought they from Narn; of silver and of crystal, and many great bells yet of jasper and coral from the shores of Elfand, gifts from the kingdoms of Varnos. And yet even fine and thinly sculpted glass from the golden shores of Leufond, which were born across the waters of Myrth-Iluvinum and o’er the great bridge of Ameyn-vweth, for in the days of Vyspil-nos was not Asengroth still a mighty wood? These hung upon the rails of the stairways and bowers of the court so that when’re the wind blew there was much music.
The courtyard of Glyem-Twiloth lay broad and long. It ran the length of 5000 paces insomuch that a great host (tens of thousands) could stand before the court and choir of Lorn. Many lofts were built therein to house the musicians and bards. Hence did great laud ever fill those halls. Yet no roof save the sky covered it. For the bowers of the great birches veiled, if desired, its guests from rain should it fall. The wealth, the grace and the splendor of Glyem-Twiloth were exceedingly great. Many gifts and treasures were brought there.
A great dais stood upon the north end. There would the high esteemed and most renown of the elfin houses and nobler guests from afar find seats of honour.  A throne for the lord and queen set in the midst therein; carved by the hands of elfin artisans from fine wood even the wood of white cedars and cherry bark oaks. And yet the thrones remained bare; bereft of jewels, of silver, and any fine stone that their grace be not hide; so absolute was the craftsmanship thereof.
But for all the blessed nature of that woodland and for all the verdant riches of that city, and the exceeding glory of Glyem-twiloth, the beauty of Aelofil and the skill of her harp and song far exceeded the treasures and the grandeur of those Elvin halls. All who came as guest to feast and dine and make merry in Mithiliand gave tale of the glory and the grandeur of that place. Yet when words of praise and extolation ceased; the tongues of all whomsoever spoke thenceward gave greater adulation not to the treasure neither laden therein nor fashioned within those halls by the hands of the king’s artisans. But their voices harped much concerning that Sylphan queen, Aelofil. For wast she not a silfan queen of old from the realms of Mithlirian-volde whence cometh all the nymphs? Tis said of those faerie damsels are not the modest among them fair like queens among the elves. And even those esteemed plain of face like goddesses among the maidens of men. And among them surely Aelofil wast fairest of all; for she was queen among them and how much more so queen among the elves of that wood. As surely as the brides of the kings of the Eldar wore stars upon their brows that they might shine forth in radiance to pierce the eyes of men; starless with but the lilies of the Dauln for a coronet, the beauty and grace of that queen illuminated her presence. As she sat thus upon her throne poised like the pedals of a white rose or walking beneath the bowers of the white birch below the moons thrice fold rays did she not seem as Silmar when Ayngwvil’s tender hand hath first stirred the year? Thus, in those days, the beauty of Aelofil became the fame of those woods and beyond.
Much can be said concerning the wealth, the grace, and the splendor of Glyem-Twiloth for they were exceedingly great. And innumerable gifts and treasures were brought there by the countless guests of that grand court; namely the faerie of Mithlirian and not a few of Narn. The courts of Glyem-Twiloth welcomed all from woodland realm and lea: sprites and fays from as far east as Lorlas and yet even from Eylos in the west. And all who came brought gifts and tokens of fame and favor to the king of those woods; so that since those days of a truth the world has naught seen nor heard of such a clamor in riches bestowed.
During that age of shadowless hours even the gnomes of the great hills came bearing precious stones and other treasures of the mountains. From kingdoms far and fabled they came: Vaeyn-Anur and the distant regions of the south; Fandilond and Nythrigand. They came, ears over burdened with the fame of the beauty of that Sylfan queen. So they longed to behold her face to face in the softness of her radiance and with itching ears descry the harmony of her golden harp. Of a truth, no chord strummed has been more luring to the souls of men than those spells which the sirens of the seas have cast upon the wayward sailor.  Thus with their gifts shewed they favor upon favor. And their treasures and artifices were of much renown for the lineage of the gnomes were proud and tall and their shadows covered men and the cleverness of their hands wraught boons with steadfastness as the turning of the continents.
In those days were the hills of all the world over laden with countless store of gem and gold and other unnamed mystical things; which the dwarves eagerly sought after, in restless years hidden from the starlight. For then were the kingdoms of gnomes free of fear and dragon flame. Never yet did they toil beneath the shadow of Erzagon as did their children’s children’s children in fetters of cruel steel. Nor yet were their backs bent from hard hours of toil and labour fueled by the curse of their greed. With their devices and tools could they dig and delve yet deeper into the hollows of the hills with no fear or fright that perchance they should disturb some matchless doom in the deep.
The gnomes loved most of all gold, pure aureate and white. Many were the chalices, plates, ornamental headdresses, necklaces, bracelets, diadems, and rings, and musical instruments they wrought. Of these gladly bore they many works to Mithiliand for there was great love between them; for they longed to see their treasures done justice upon a portrait of true beauty.
Amongst the kingdoms of the gnomes, Feandos stood as a prince among kings. The mightiest in stature and the wisest among them; the cities he carved of mountain stone were vast with halls wide like open leas and ceilings lofty like open sky, studded with many a precious gem insomuch that to whomsoever walked therein it would seem to be the open sky illuminated with all the brilliance of the heavens.
Hence there were none among the faeyin princes of old whom bestowed greater gifts and hordes of treasures to lay at the feet of Aelofil. Behold, Feandos is the mighty dain of Fandilond and his sons the princes of a thousand hills; so that those whom beheld the treasures of his kingdoms and the gifts of favor to that Sylphan queen should gaze with sparkled eyes even the meager and modest trinkets among them.
Of all the sons of Feandos, Nandos is the most renown. He shaped the stone beneath the great hills of Gilgorond and built that fabled city, Nythrigand, from the treasures thereof. For a brief time even, long before moonlight first painted the peaks of that region he set himself a throne upon the crown of Maedyn, so that he might behold the world and the wonders thereof.
Howbeit Nandos had a restless heart and came to and fro more often than his father or his kinsmen. He loved most to see the awe upon the faces of the elves when he shewed his wondrous gifts to them. But more so he delighted to tantalize the ears of the elves and fill the courts of Glyem-twiloth with a wealth of, tales, lores, and myths; even tales of things pertaining to the gods and treasures not meant for men. Perhaps his words, more than any other, stirred the hearts of the elves to horde such great treasures and love them with a great love though less of a greed yet still than the gnomes.
Of the faeries and fays whom went to and fro from that wood: the dryads and nymphs, silfs and sylphs, the sprites and winged things, and all the faeyin lords and princesses, the eunicorn are the most fabled. They were servants of the Elmarith and the principle instruments of musical chord in that age when they lived among men. And they possessed a magic which has often been mistaken as furtive in design rather than elegantly subtle. But this is the common mistake of men to make not of the elves.
By reason of their favor upon Aelofil (for in days afore, before Euduros stole her heart, she sat upon the shores of Nogond and harped to their voices) did their presence and song always grace the courts and terraces of Glyem-Twiloth. The grace and skill of their song and the harmony of them is legend in all the realms of Elfand. Even in the plainness of their speech did words pour forth with the gentles of dawn. There is no garble in them. But the reveries of their voices are benumbing, marked symphonies, each word spoken a masterpiece of music. The chief choir lofts were reserved for them; those lofts of rainbow laden waterfalls of thin mist-like sacred pools of dew gathered upon the titan buds of mauve and green.  Here would the eunicorn sing for all Mithiliand’s hosts. Their voices ever prevailed. And the noise thereof is the emblem of that age. Though there are none now whom can recall nor even grotesquely mimic it.


Now of those eunicorn which lingered oft in Lorn and the halls of Glyem-twiloth, Meuthimir wast most beloved and his bride Nwethilfyn, for never would she leave his side. Of a true delight wast Mynthial the golden maned. His mane flowed golden as though the sand of Leufond coloured in his hair. Yet Mynthial had a coat as white as pearls in the snow and yet as purely bright as the crown of Fawndaelyn glistening in the timeless sky. Many there were who loved and favored his ballad most of all. And Fenor was his nearest kin.  
The Lord of the eunicorns is Mehior by name. He is most belauded among the songs of the elves. Mehior held a great love for the dark elves and their woodland leas. At such times in which he did bless that kingdom by making merry in the courts of Glyem-Twiloth all whom dwelt therein rejoiced with much gladness and fervor. Such is the rare celestine power of his song the dark elves surely would have proffered every priceless treasure and splendor to hear the music of his voice. Those were days of which none in all the world of olde shouldst dare to depart from. For there wast surely not a voice, nay not even of the queens of the silfs, so pure in strands of joy and melodic skill as that of Mehior. No voice since has overcome that of Mehior be it verbose or plain in words and sound. There is indeed no vein of vibrant note so clear and unrefrained ever broke from silence upon the dawn or death of worlds. For like a mallet to shatter brittle sheets of night, such a vocal chord perhaps found Menroth quaking in his tower.
Yet let us not forget that the dark elves themselves boasted many a renown bard and minstrel so that the choirs of those halls ever rang out mightily. Perhaps the number of them surmounted the guests and those whom dwelt thereby. There were pipers, and harpers, and flutist whom played on instruments finely crafted by fey and elf alike. Their instruments shinned as brass polished and brazen, dipped in starfire. The harpers strummed with graceful delicateness as though they played on strands of silk and starlight streaked between the morning and evening mist. So it is no music in all the world is so famed amongst the elves as that of Lorn and that which cometh from the choirs of Glyem-twiloth. (Where else in all the world of men and elves have the eunicorn come and sang together in unison save but upon the dawning of the world and that grievous day when the moons wept). Nay, there is none to rival it save perhaps that which rose in blitheful melancholy upon the shoals of Doth-Limor. But those fellows were minstrels to the gods.  Their songs have descended upon the shores of the world when’re the mist is drawn in from the sea.
Nonetheless, Aelofil is boasted as the favored of Ayngwvil. And with the golden and opal harp, Laelfayn, played on silver strings plucked from the mane of Mehior did she daily fill those halls with praise. And hers wast music of the olde world; that of the faeries and the nymphs and of songs no less sweetly played as though Maethrand-vos had burst open and flowed before them all.
And of a truth has there been none whose hands have played the bow as skillfully as a harp save perhaps Afaelos. Howbeit she wast a maiden and of the lineage of men and thus not held in the high esteem of Elfin lore. For here is a tale the elves cannot speak in particular of for wast not Afaelos a maiden of Galinoth? And of all the kingdoms of men is theirs least remembered though often well spoken of. For did not the wrath of Menroth come swiftly upon them when first he made his war with men?
Thus is the splendor and glory in the lay of Lorn and the might of its kingdom insomuch that the elves of those regions numbered in the thousands and even the thousand of thousands. They prospered and were blessed.  Many were their craftsmen who were skilled in fashioning devices of archery and instruments of music, flutes and pipes, harps and mandolins. And the gardens of Lorn flourished with the most exotic of flowers and shrubs. In so much that Ayngwvil herself would surely have flustered to walk among them and to breathe in the many pleasant scents of their delicate and silky peddles.
By reason of these things the hearts of the elves grew fat with joy and filled with honey and wine insomuch that there was never a whisper nor yet even a mischievous spirit who dared to think the days of Aegdulas shouldst come to end. Howbeit Aelofil kept silent the gift of her foresight. What things were spoken once would she not dare to utter again for fear she may yet bring a darker charm upon her beloved or yet her beloved’s children (reference to the tale, the enchanting of Euduros). Nevertheless Euduros remembered well the words of Aelofil. And it pleased him well to see his children grow strong and wise. For all of them did he teach in the way of the bow. And their learning was mighty indeed. Careful was the craftsman ship of Breyfane. It wert of a truth the mightiest of all gifts given by Mendar to the elves of Lorn. The wisdom of that tool well esteemed even farther in the east in days anon. Long strove Euduros in the mastering of that device; though yet he possessed a natural talent for it.
Thence it came to pass that not only did the children of those beloved faerie, Euduros and Aelofil, grow in number and stature, but as well did the shadow of their kingdom encompass all the woods of the Mithlarn Laurols and even farther west to the very edges of Daeglisyn. For yet were there fairy in Daeglisyn whose hearts were softly turned toward them. Thus it was that among the faeyin kingdoms of that age none encompassed so vast a land than that of the Mithlarn Laurols save for that of Mithlirian-volde. (Though yet the glory of Mithlirian-volde is rarely spoken of by the elves; for they are named a secret sect of the fairy. From them come all the children of nymphs and dryads and the sprites and princesses of the woods. Howbeit longe as it been ere since they fled before yet even the dark brow of Menroth hath turned his desire toward the west. And some say all the subjects of that lay partook upon a great exodus upon the dawn of Esa-Eyal when it was that the last days of Vyspil-nos faded and the glory of the Elmar last departed the world of elves and men. Howbeit there were those who yet remained. And so it has been some fairy still are seen in the west; though few. Wild are they and fearful of men though still do they have a love of the elves. Howbeit before the days of the fall of Narndil few indeed of the children of Mendar roamed so far west or even espied the shores of Naduen.  Now in those days the western region of Elfand became the heart and throne of that kingdom. Henceforth the kingdom of the dark-elves came to be called Lorn for its borders were vast and the memories and songs of it’s children as strong and sweet as the very heart of those woods).
As afore said it had come to pass that the love of Aelofil and Euduros brought forth many children; seven sons and five daughters. All of whom were nobles and damsels of great renown in skill of elfin song and device throughout all the lands of the faerie and all the kingdoms of elves; so that the fame of their children grew in name and fable even beyond the farthest borders of the faerie. (And of those regions, namely Mithlirian-volde, whose borders encompassed just nigh the entire world from east to west and north to south save that of those vast desert regions in the north).
The seven sons of Euduros were: Mithilos, Menar, Lyngil, Aefalos, Faethiol, Mystelos, and Tueweth. Tueweth was the youngest and Mithilos the firstborn. The five daughters born unto Aelofil did she name: Aenown, Lynfairweth, Gwenythil, Amberlynn, and Eawnlily. And Aenown wast the eldest among her sisters and Amberlynn wast yet the youngest of all their children both sons and daughters.
Some hath said Amberlynn wast the fairest of them all and held a beauty equal to that of her mother. Alas! No poems are written to praise her loveliness; for in a day of sadness did she hide her beauty in a veil and thence refused to love. Howbeit those who knew her best say her heart was tender and yet more so than all the lilies after rain; for it was the love she kept from man which made her so. And thus no lineage came to her.  Now from her mother learned she the secrets of the harp. In so much that when at last Aelofil passed from the world of elves and men she gave to Eawnlily her harp ,Laelfayn, for she loved Amberlynn dearly and Eawnlily’s heart was grieved indeed in that day for among sisters were those two closest. And wast not that harp ever by her side till again her mothers face was seen?
But the voices of all Aelofil’s daughters resounded, resplendent; insomuch so that they oft sang in the choirs of Glyem-twiloth whilst standing beside the sacred faerie. Though some say Eawnlily had the purest voice among them.  And Mehior surely favored it.


Now Among all the elves of Lorn both past and present and privly from the house of Innuduil, that is the lineage of Euduros, there may be none so well esteemed as Mithilos the firstborn of the king. The tale of Vyspil-nos chiefly revolves around Mithilos and his deeds and those whom were his acquaintances both friend and foe.
Mithilos, being the king’s son and the eldest had many acquaintances of course, his brother Menar and his sister Amberlynn being his nearest among his own kin. However there was one fellow in particular, a bard, not of Lorn whom he had a most unusually friendship with. Thus stated unusual for there were not many of Lorn whom kept such company with the elves of the east in those days. (though not by reason of rapport, for the elves of the east and of the west were far from one another geographically and Euduros and Morondi were indeed brothers).
Of all the elves in those days wast there none whose bands were so tightly drawn in friendship among the eunicorn save for that of Emagil a wood elf of that realm. And his fame as a bard reached well beyond the realms of the elves.
Ere since that day Euduros befriended Meuthimir on the shores of Iluvius; faerie and fay hath been kindred spirits. Thus did the friendship of the eunicorn and the children of Euduros grew in strength with the passing of each timeless and unmeasured year. Their bonds of kindredness grew in so much that there dwelt not one sweet spirited elf in all the woodland realm of Lorn which held no small measure of affection for at least one of Mehior’s many kin; nor knew those fellows by name.
Yet of all elves and even the singers and musicians in the halls of Glyem-Twiloth there wast yet one, Emagil, an elf of no meager skill, whose talent surpassed all others. He possessed a fervent love for the flute. For the music of it’s lute was to him as the laughter of the breeze betwixt the never fading bowers of Ayngwvil’s gardens. And if a green summer field laden with dew twinkled like jasper beneath a starry sky such was the joy in his eyes when he played his flute.
The flute of Emagil is called an Esmil pipe. Such was the design of this device that it wast composed of 3 longs shafts of differing length and many were the notes it could play both high and low. And the Esmil pipe required a great skill in the playing of it. Now the Esmil is an instrument of the faerie and none there are of men who have heard or seen its power of song save perhaps the wild men and rangers of Eranor who dared to walk nearby the shadow of Lorlas in the south and perchance have heard a distance echo of the Esmil bane upon the low wisps of the wind for the memory of its tune is now the haunt of Lorlas.
However Emagil did not care much for the courts of Glyem-Twiloth though they were yet ever filled with praise and much gaiety. Rather he loved the solitude of the thick oak and namely the elm which grew more abundant in the west and even nigh the roots of Azurfanth. There would he roam without care or thought or even certainty of way. Rarely then returning to Mithiliand and the green courts of Glyem-Twiloth; though Euduros missed his presence and long implored him to linger there and to make merry in the courts. For the lyric of Emagil’s flute was of a rare kind. And of the elves few had yet learned its skill for it wast a device known mostly to the nymphs. And when the Esmil pipe of Emagil wast played alongside the clear voice of Mehior and with the golden harp of Aelofil and the melody of her lips blending within then there wast not a choir in all the Elvin lands so enchanting to be heard. Such a ballad could not be bared by even the eldar in those days. For its magic wast powerful and would steal away even the strongest of men’s spirits. Euduros loved this ballad above all save the solitary voice of his beloved. Thus did he ever implore that bard to linger.
The first days of Vala (which is to say the begging of a new year) were drawing nigh. Soon would come Mehior again to the courts of Glyem-twiloth with all his host from Lentar. Elves and faerie always enjoyed a great many days feasting and singing in celebration of Ayngwvil blessings.  On the first of each new year would such occasion be made. It was ever the custom of the nymphs and at the bidding of Aelofil. And the elves of Lorn had adopted the celebration. For the elves and for the fairy of Mithlirian-volde there wast not a day of greater joy nor rejoicing. All who walked the world knew that day.
For this cause had Euduros sought that minstrel. Ife none other then on the least this day alone would he hope to have the pipe of Emagil complete the choir. Yet none were there of Emagil’s kin who knew whither he might be. Save that the echo of his flute had been heard upon the hills in the east; or yet glimpsed as rays of star fading in the west across the leas; for he was well adept at keeping his solitude. Among all the elves was there no such fellow as much of a roust or gadabout as he. Thence more oft than not when his flute was desired it had to be sought.
Though the elves knew little of where Emagil the bard might be found wandering or lingering with lull of lute and muse; some there were of fay and faerie whom knew well. For oft would Emagil speak to the eunicorn. And the nymphs, and of these, namely Gwenfythimas for she wast a daughter of Mehior. Insomuch that if that bard’s talent for song wast great and favored among elves so much the more wast his love and fellowship with the daughter of Mehior.
Her white coat seemed as the foam of the sea. And her spiral shone a silver-gray. She was yet his common companion. Many hymns shared they beneath the twilight bowers of Lorn and many sweet memories of honeysuckle wine. She wast to him as a sister and a kindred companion. And Emagil loved her with a great love.
Through her friendship did the skill of Emagil’s lute grow insomuch that when he piped all who heard awed in wordless praise. Many would weep. And some many tears; for the songs of Emagil were true and pure and joy would fill the hearts of listening ears.
So some have said that oftentimes when Emagil wandered alone beneath the wood and stars, with none save Gwenfythimas, that Dridan would come and Fingol too and take the forms of men. And Emagil would pipe for them. Though yet their presence was great and the wind bowed before Dridan and the music of the spheres shied before Fingol and the rivers ran quiet.
It seemed a small thing to the wood elf that these titans should look upon him. Nonetheless that they might come and find beauty and pleasure in the playing of his pipe, made him tremble. He was quick to bow to them and to say, “My Lords, such an honor is not mine, but I pray my music finds thee filled.” Though if such a tale is true it came not from the lips of Emagil, for he did not boast of such things and so some have called him shy and others modest.
Now some have said that the spirit of Dridan was in Emagil. For so it was he relished the gentle rush of the wind and the soft shrill call of Dridan’s lute. He was wont to imitate such chords upon his flute. Oft then would he sit beneath the shade of a solitary elm with Gwenfythimas at his side. And he would play for her epic melodies upon his that flute. And she would sing with the voice of gladness and the voice of laughter. Ever thus would they roam carefree. Howbeit Emagil favored most the regions of the west very near the roots of Azurfanth; for in those days were their great elm and beech trees which stood proudly against the shadow of the mountain. And Gwenfythimas loved to prance there when’re he piped.
A wide field of grassland lay betwixt Lorn and Daeglisyn. And this plain was her delight with Emagil upon her back yet playing his flute as she galloped. They named those meadows Moonbree by reason of the light which fell upon them. For on the western end of that greensward lay a still lagoon, sleepy and stirless, and a stream whose name is now forgotten. Those waters magnified the light of the moon so that there was light enough; for moonflowers were found there.
Howbeit the west was not their only love. Yea, they roamed at times in the east along the banks of the Dauln and through the daewood of Lorn; till coming at last upon the first rises of Vaeyn-Anur and the south flowing river of Eressa. There lay the great vale of Lilyfand. And it was a long valley tucked betwixt the great mountains in so much that many have called it the heart of Elfand. Gwenfythimas could long prance there.
Lilyfand was an abode of celestial fays. For at times when they wandered thereupon did they espy the glorious Sephatali descending to and from the heavens as it were on stairs of mist and vesper. Now the elves claim those prairies too once knew the presences of some mythical kin of the eunicorn. Hoofed beings with silver sprinkled wings; horses of a sort which pranced upon the wind and clouds and spoke in unknown tongues.
On occasion it would come into the heart and desire of Emagil to wander the eastern woods of Vaelyn. And if his mood was all the more mischievous even among the elves of Nondolium, for that wast the city of silver bells. Tis the fair city of a thousand falls and yet ten thousand cascades. The rivers Ylmwind, and bluemirth flowed about it. And the music of Miryl-nos filled it ever. Hence did Emagil please himself to linger at sundry times in that place and yet among those people. And secretly the bard envied how the tresses of those elves shone so silver and golden; whereas all the elves of Lorn were adorned with crowns of midnight.
As the elves of Lorn were yet famed for their skill of lute and laud the elves of the east are yet most renown for the elegance of their words. Skillful are they in the composition of verse and eulogy.
In the days of Aegdulas, Silthonel is most renown and Lythwen the flutist.  A great skill had he in the way of poetry so that Emagil loved his words. For he was well adept in finding words to Emagil’s hymns; though yet Emagil himself could naught hardly do so. But perhaps Silthonel is remembered well for he is the father of Orthiniel.
Emagil had come again into the east and not without Gwenfythimas. Therefore had Euduros and all of Lorn supposed and sought him upon the hills of laughter, being Laethril. Further west had they called but heard not his name; even beyond the grasslands of Vaeld for the lea sprites and eunicorn of that region said, “He has not piped here of late.”
Now that bard was mindful of the festivals of the elves and the days of Ayngwvil’s hand; the spring solace. That hour drew nigh and the festivals of gleed. Aye he loved those days sorely. And he loved greater still to stand amidst the host of Lorn and behold how his lute might bring glee to the eyes of the elves. Always did he heed the call of Euduros to come and join in those choirs.
Nonetheless he abode now in Narndil and in the blessed company of Silthonel the poet. Beneath the vibrant vesper and moon glow did the leas of the east seem now more verdantly endowed than afore times. He cared not to return hither and spend days which now should be spent composing ballads to the rhymes of Narn’s great bard. For he so loved the smile of Gwenfythimas when first she would hear a newly composed song. And Emagil had yet many new songs for her which Silthonel shouldst easily put to words.
Now whenever the king desired something and it be a matter of great importance as for instance the summoning of Emagil for Vala, Euduros would always turn to his eldest son Mithilos, in that he was the eldest and the most favored of the king. And indeed the prince always proved himself to be a faithful courier in such times.
The king sat on his throne in the hall of Glyem-Twiloth amidst the trees beneath the stars which were particularly bright and shinning this day. His shadow cast a long and flower like haunt across the dais and as he scratched his chin and thought upon this dilemma his obvious and sure recourse came to mind. “Ah, Mithilos,” he thought. And his eyes brightened with cheer for there was confidence and love too in that name. His heart could rest easy knowing that Vala and the days of gleed would have no lack. For the day was Mynethifyl 1st. And this is the first day of the last month of the year.