#starillion's scripts

[starillion]

Celumë carnë [red streams]

am i allowed to submit one(1) lament for maglor & all the c-brothers for @feanorianweek day 2, 3, 4 and 5? i swear this is maglor lamenting the second kinslaying, not some random elf on elf crime

Ma telumi nyénar fëar vanwannar Do skies mourn of passing souls

hya i limbar níri poicë nár or are the droplets unsullied tears

Nienno, oialë nainala of Nienna, as she ever weeps

atar fëar i lelyar númenna? o'er lives that utter Westwards pass?

Celumë carnë síra ve *miru As streams of red flow like wine

rávar *quilini síla the banks of Esgalduin twinkling shine,

luitëa nóri nyérënen overflooding lands with sorrow

ar lelya nu arda. that traverse to the Earth below.

Lan hlarinye ulo Yet even as I hear the rains

lantëa lassi limbessen fall down upon the thousand leaves

þoryan mo sondarya I fear that none of what I hear

úvaltë nítainë are let to fall for whom I hold dear.

Nai sercelta úva vanwa May never their blood be washed away

cotumo teldo macilennar upon the swords of the last enemy

rúnya lantala ve samin rich redness that like silken falls

luitala i talami singollo solmaron that dampened the floors of Thingol's halls!

Nai anarórë carnë nyénuva ten May a red dawn mourn for them

quenso erya nu lanerya as a minstrel lone neath her hem

ómanen, ractala ambostiryannar whose voice that may reach her bosom

nairea, nainienen. in deep woe, in lamentation.

extras under cut :)

ink introductions! 'the great sage heaven's equal(齊天大聖)' and '칠색 바다' from wearingeul(글입다).

the last six lines are absent in the script because i did not plan beforehand and ran out of space but shhh we do not talk about that.

also my hands died in the process i swear this is all ink and i didn't commit any kinslaying on my part

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yeeting my recently written namárië scripts here

script on the left is the original version in lotr whereas the one on the right is one rewritten by me

below is translation of my version of namárië

Ai, fanyarë ata lanta mornienna

Ai, the sky slips to darkness again

Anar nútala Númenna lintavë

as the sun sets swiftly West

yassë calanen or Valmar tírë!

where with light over Valmar looks!

Á nyarë nin, nó oantielyë

Tell me before you go -

Tilion hya, ortala sí

or Tilion as you ascend -

manen caitëa Valmar han ceninya

how Valmar lies beyond my sight!

carpa umelyë, hehtainan er

but you do not tell me and I am left alone :

Sí manna maquetinyë quentar et márello?

Now to whom shall I ask the tidings of home?

An ciryar avánier hópallo sira

For ships have gone extinct from havens hither

lá ecë quenen atalelya Númenna

and none may pass again to the West.

Caitala tára, lá cimë nin lolossë

High it lies, Oiolossë hears me not

naltar elenion nírenyassë

and the stars alone reflect my tears [reflection of tears in my eyes]

altainë yéninen, oiolemyala.

deepened by long years and undepleted.

Mornië-nóressë, tárala queten

In the shadow lands I stand and cry

Sí vanwa ná, oialë vanwa, Valimar!

now lost, forever lost is Valimar!

Namárië, nai hiruvalyë Valimar!

Farewell! May you find Valimar!

Nai elyë hiruva, namárië!

Maybe you shall find it, farewell!

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Noldolantë

original work by maglor, reinterpreted & translated to english by tumblr user starillion

irë nalvë vë ir lië manen tullelvë istar? when we were like one family how could we have known?

nyérer ar macili serceón hiluvas më, yéni voro swords painted with sorrow and blood - that which would follow us for eons.

ondo enampanaina ar nilmi carinë ulaco umavë er realms rebuilt and friendships made but evil was far from gone.

tenn' aurë írë mahtanelmes ar sintanelvë until one day we assailed it and were crushed.

ú-nómi varnë i cotumo oir ar maptanes marelmar encarimë protected by no lands the enemy was (ever existant) and he seized the earth rebuilt.

ardar tarë ar mindoni hallë lantaner nu atsar moringotton no noble kingdoms nor towers high were left in the enemy's wake.

ata túlë mornië imbi noselva caivor ar oricuvar minomë callor and the strife between kin yet again left corpses and cowards in our camp.

tenna termi endaquetaina nossi leryaina i cotumo vélala endamarya at last our pleas were heeded and earth refound by hands of others we once defied.

below is ao3 link for this & my other poetry!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34054858

and here goes rambles (as always)

this was originally written for a collab with /narnia144 on twitter about a year and a half ago. decided to revise it a bit though i'm too lazy to rewrite it all over again

about the ink used in tengwar scripts! the first & third pics are versions written in robert oster fire & ice while the second (and by my standards, the prettier version) is written in wearingeul(글입다) the phantom of the opera. i am so in love with this ink rn the swatch is heavenly beautiful

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more stuff under cut

yo hi peeps

dropping some namarie scribbles as a reminder that i am very much not dead, but just overly obsessed over chinese danmei that i spend 24/7 peering at gay cultivators. mm those are good stuff. currently learning chinese as third(fourth including quenya) language to actually read at jjwxc

alas, so given that, this blog would be dormant-ish but i shall almost definitely come round for this year's trsb! (update : i was not here for this year's trsb)

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á sucë i limpë, neri uineno romen, hyarmen ar formenna cirala ciryamor oiofaucë nar raxin, falmarin, ar limpën!

pass the drinks, men of Uinen!!

as east, south and north we sail

for mariners are ever thirsty

for peril, waves, and stiff ale!

numenorian drinking song, brought to middle earth and translated to quenya by elves of lindon.

for week 3 of @gatesofsummerexchange

prompt : sailing

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yassë menel elenion sinta ve lórë ar laurë ariëo palan mirilya néca notuvalvë autala lúmë alasselvë ve nessë lindi rossi sílala yassë ve caitar omálilvë, ar tali amba

ar hiruvanyes i nalyes vanya aurë írë melnelvë ú nyérëo

where starlit heavens fade like a dream

and gold of day afar glow dim

we shall count the passing time

gleeful like a childhood rhyme

dews glistening where we lie

hand in hand, and feet up high

and i shall know it to be fair

the day we loved with no care.

for week 1 of gates of summer! i chose 'lazy days'!

@gatesofsummerexchange

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hey y'all check out my totally not age-old quenya poetry about turin being gay lamenting for beleg.

a hunter elven I have seen ohtar eldaron ecénien

his cloak hidden in forests green collorya nurtaina taurë laicassë

swift, discreet, and arrows sharp linta, astalda, ar quessër maicë

bow strong with willow dark. cúnë astalda as albë mornië

What foe may wander his path upon alquen polë ranya rattaryanna

ere that bow be loosed anon. afea cúnë sana sénina rongo

Nimble fingers, gold tresses long fimbë leperi, laurëa findë

that bowman brave, that bowman strong Cúthalion astalda, Cúthalion turca

yet soon mishap to him came mal rongo qualmë se-mapanë

unyielding still to orc-arrow lame nornëa urco urranna

despite daunting shadows of hell lelyala mir fuini morniellor

he left not his brother fell lá avantes hanorya aica

entagled in a curse of woe rapaina racconen qualmeo

that like a net entrapped the two ya ve raima turnë tu

about him fates evil grew coro sé umbarti úmëa olanë

that bowman great, that bowman true Cúthalion túra, Cúthalion naite

Ah good friend, tread not that path! Ai, mára málo! Áva lelya mallë tana!

Journey not to further north Áva lelya ambela Formenna

where souls so pure as thy own entassë fëar vanya ve tyenya

are preyed by morgoth's spells upon! Nar palpainë umbari Moringotto

how dark have been the roads that led Malca mornië caitanë i mallessë

to tears and woe, thy sword that bled lúminnar ar qualmë, tya-macil lantala

of blood thine, when all went astray lya-sercë, irë ilyë enge raica

that bowman lone, that bowman mourned Cúthalion eressëa, Cúthalion nyénaina

ye upon him look with love Á cenë senna as melmë

where may he lie for years to pass nai tassë caituvas lan yeni autuvar

beside him strong his mighty bow. arsë cúnerya taura tárala

tidings there from i do not know quentarya entallo lá istanyë

may he find great joy! nai hiruvas alassë alta

ah, wilt thou, wilt thou o fate! Ai, elyë, elyë tye-ambar

wilt thou mourn ma nítuvalyë

that bowman sad, that bowman gone Cúthalion nairea, Cúthalion avánie!

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Be he friend or foe, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer...

the oath of feanor, quenya version. translation found in https://www.elvish.org/gwaith/mrezac.htm unsure if i got all the letters correct, but hey, i'm still learning ;)