AelKennyr Rhiano
From Alqualonde a swan makes the flight, crossing the seas to fair Sylvhara, the lands of Queen Comet. The bird's valiant heart straining the last few leagues of the journey as wind and rain, snow and sleet , pelted her by turns. The currents of the wind pushed and pulled at her, and had she been any other bird, had hers not been the legacy of the swans of Aman, from the fabled haven of the Swans, eternal Alqualonde, she would have folded her wings in resignation, and plummeted to the seas below. For the wind that battered and buffeted her was not like any wind the bird has traveled upon before. Upon this wind a darkness chased her, twisted, hungry, seeking the bright spark of her life. She felt it ever present just behind her, swift and terrible, but unable to overtake her. And so it was that upon the balcony of the Queen's palace, the stalwart swan collapsed, body trembling, smart heart pounding. As she parts her beak, lungs pumping, starving for breath. her life flies from her tiny body, joyful, released from all earthly bounds, and on wings ethereal takes the essence of the swan away from all care and all pain.
And there her body, with her message of all that has befallen the haven of the swans, the request from Olwe of Alqualonde to see his dearest Cousin, tightly squeezed into a gold messenger tube attached to a slender, lifeless leg.
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And there her body, with her message of all that has befallen the haven of the swans, the request from Olwe of Alqualonde to see his dearest Cousin, tightly squeezed into a gold messenger tube attached to a slender, lifeless leg.
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