Songs of the Elves
The songs of the Elves carry the weight of memory across the ages. These verses have been sung beneath starlight since our people first set foot upon Aedelore''s shores, and in their melodies one may hear echoes of lost Elarion-a world we can never return to, yet never truly leave. Let those who hear these songs understand: to sing them is to remember, and to remember is to keep the light alive.
- Collected by Songweaver Illyria of House Lorendel, Keeper of the Eternal Melodies
Lament for Elarion
Sung at the Ceremony of Remembrance when autumn leaves fall
Beyond the void where starlight dies,
There bloomed a world beneath twin skies,
Where silver towers touched the dawn,
And magic flowed like rivers drawn.O Elarion, O Elarion,
Your light lives on though you are gone,
In every Elf who walks these lands,
Your memory guides our weary hands.The darkness came with hungry maw,
And all we loved, we never saw
Again-yet in our hearts it gleams,
Elarion lives within our dreams.We crossed the void, we found new shore,
We built anew, we guard once more,
For what was lost shall not be lost again-
This is the oath of Elven-kin.
The Starlight Vigil
Chanted by the Night Wardens of Lorenzia at the changing of the watch
We who watch when mortals sleep,
We who guard the shadows deep,
By star and moon we take our stand,
The vigil of the Elven band.For it is written in the sky:
The darkness waits for watchmen''s eyes to close.
But we shall never slumber, never rest,
Until the final shadow goes.Light of Taninsam, guide our sight,
Wisdom of Tohu, bless our night,
As our ancestors watched Elarion''s fall,
So we shall answer duty''s call.
The Weaver''s Hymn
Sung by apprentices of the Arcane Creed during their initiation
Thread by thread the Weave is spun,
By Tohu''s grace, the work begun,
Through Auren Vale the gift returned,
The sacred flame within us burned.We are the needle, magic the thread,
We bind the living to the dead,
We shape the world with whispered word,
The silent song that must be heard.Know then that power is not ours to keep,
But borrowed from the endless deep,
And those who weave must understand:
The Weave flows through, not from, the hand.
Song of the Silver Trees
A children''s lullaby, sung in the gardens of Rivermount
Sleep now, little one, beneath the silver bough,
Where moonlight makes a gentle crown upon your brow,
The trees remember songs from worlds now lost to time,
And whisper them to dreaming hearts in rhythm and in rhyme.The roots run deep, the branches high,
They touch the earth and kiss the sky,
And in between, where you now rest,
You''re held within the forest''s breast.Dream of starlight, dream of home,
Dream of places yet to roam,
For even when the darkness calls,
The silver light will guard these halls.
The Oath of Returning
Spoken by Elven warriors before battle
By the light that burned in Elarion,
By the void we crossed to reach this shore,
By the blood of those who fell before,
We swear to stand, we swear to fight,
We swear to hold against the night.If we should fall, let it be said:
They did not flee, they faced the dread,
And when our spirits cross the veil,
We''ll join the stars that never fail.This is the oath, this is the vow,
Spoken then, spoken now,
Until the last Elf draws their breath,
We guard the living against death.