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March 24, 2011

Blood and Tears -- The Ritual

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Brought safely back from the spirit world but not yet reunited with his physical body, Olwe is caught between life and dead, and now it rests upon the shoulders of  Dominque, Cleric of Eru, to bring up the miracle that will mingle blood and tears and restore the Lord of the Teleri.


Linfea, a Wind of Manwe, sends a soft breeze to the participants. Dominique Darkwatch kneels next to the king, her own tears are now added, but instead of mingling with the blood that has been spilled, they fall upon the open wounds and begin to heal them shut.

Powers Constantine mind wanders to memories of the King when he was well and healthy, praying that he returns as the proud King he was.  Dominique Darkwatch 's tears, gifts from Nienna, fall softly and her sobs are silent as are her prayers for several moments. Llyra Constantine says, "I promised I would not let go..." her melodic voice finally cracks as a single tear falls to her cheek.


Malakyte Thorne cannot help but be moved by the scene and grief before her as tears fall. Dominique Darkwatch: then kneels next to the king, in an attitude of supplication and prays directly to Iluvatar in the language of the Eldar:
Eru, i lúmë utúlië ( Father, the hour has come)
Elyë ná valda, i Héru Ainolma, camien i alcar ar i laitië ar i túrë, an ontanelyë ilyë nati, ar indómelyanen engeltë ar nér ontainë." (You are worthy, the Lord our God, to receive the glory and the honor and the power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.)

Arcan tyello, ona i Airë Fëa!  (I ask of you, Send your Holy Spirit!)

Eru, hantan tyen pan ahlárietyen.  Inyë ista i illumë hlarityen. ( Father, I thank you because you have heard me. I know that you always hear me.)

Linfëa, a Wind of Manwë
Násië! I aistië ar i alcar ar i sailië ar i hantalë ar i laitië ar i túrë na Ainolvan, tennoio ar oi! Násië! (Amen! The blessing and the glory and the wisdom and the thanksgiving and the honor and the power be to our God, forever and ever! Amen!)
The final "Násië!" continues to echo around the tower, as unseen musical voices, soft as wind, constant as the waves on the nearby beach, take up the theme: "Násië! Násië! I alcar ar i laitië ar i túrë! Násië!"  Within Olwe's Tower, Linfea took up the chant: "Násië! Násië! I alcar ar i laitië ar i túrë! Násië!"

Dominique then raises her arms, feeling the power of Eru Iluvatar, through the gifts of the Valar, flood through her, and she casts above her head the light of Varda, which ignites the inner light of the king with a shout that would carry to the peaks of Taniquetil: 

"Á rúnya kala!  Á auta mornië! (Flame light!  Flee night!)" 

 Dominique Darkwatch illuminates her immediate area for 30 seconds with a ball of divine light. Comet and others within the tower shield their eyes.




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