["After a moonlit night three small elven ships were
drifting into the nameless sea beyond the eastern
shores, over and into molten silver touched by the
crimson of a bloodsoaked sunset. They carried a fallen
Elf-Queen, one young dwarf but also the brother of the
Islander, cleansed and redeemed in the very last
moments before his death. People all across the Realms
rose from tyranny with merry laughter, the fauns of the
Northern Woods once more played their piping flutes,
the highland folk dared once more travel with wooden
carts to trade with their kinsmen of the west - but
while most had lost something and gained so very much,
the Islander now had lost everything. And so he came to
wander. He wandered for weeks. He wandered for years,
always to the south.
Ever to the south..."
Excerpts from "The Islander, First Book" by Elsydeon
Le'erevan ANNO CIXLII A.W.F II]
Une, iü sya nilëa (sleep, for it's late)
Neue nieau ilië oseni 'a (rest, weary of the vowes of
day)
Iü sya nilëa (for it's late)
Sieheë c'it aï (tomorrow is closer to me)
Someday you'll see
Forever I'm yours
Once more we'll be
On the Ivory Shores
Urue, n' iü ar nie'lie (wake then, for it's not to
late)
Seï r'uhni hinë, (you, have fought enough)
Seï aï'a naraou sïnea (you, I have seen in my dream)
Ni hu aï' yë ie ehe nëa (meet me on the other side)
Sieheë c'it aï (tomorrow is closer to me)
Some day you'll see
Forever I'm yours
Once more we'll be
On the Ivory Shores
Ni'ahnë (when it's time)
drifting into the nameless sea beyond the eastern
shores, over and into molten silver touched by the
crimson of a bloodsoaked sunset. They carried a fallen
Elf-Queen, one young dwarf but also the brother of the
Islander, cleansed and redeemed in the very last
moments before his death. People all across the Realms
rose from tyranny with merry laughter, the fauns of the
Northern Woods once more played their piping flutes,
the highland folk dared once more travel with wooden
carts to trade with their kinsmen of the west - but
while most had lost something and gained so very much,
the Islander now had lost everything. And so he came to
wander. He wandered for weeks. He wandered for years,
always to the south.
Ever to the south..."
Excerpts from "The Islander, First Book" by Elsydeon
Le'erevan ANNO CIXLII A.W.F II]
Une, iü sya nilëa (sleep, for it's late)
Neue nieau ilië oseni 'a (rest, weary of the vowes of
day)
Iü sya nilëa (for it's late)
Sieheë c'it aï (tomorrow is closer to me)
Someday you'll see
Forever I'm yours
Once more we'll be
On the Ivory Shores
Urue, n' iü ar nie'lie (wake then, for it's not to
late)
Seï r'uhni hinë, (you, have fought enough)
Seï aï'a naraou sïnea (you, I have seen in my dream)
Ni hu aï' yë ie ehe nëa (meet me on the other side)
Sieheë c'it aï (tomorrow is closer to me)
Some day you'll see
Forever I'm yours
Once more we'll be
On the Ivory Shores
Ni'ahnë (when it's time)