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Backdated to just before the move to the tundra planet

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin walks North Island one night when the wind is soft and the waves splash the shore not far from the forge shack. Never again will he and his son fire up the furnace and hammer away at their projects together, at least not in this world. Curufin thinks of Sansa leaving tokens of love and sorrow for those she misses, and he decides to leave a remembrance for Celebrimbor. Only it is not a physical object, it is the finished version of the song that he began to compose when Cel departed from Hadriel. He unslings his harp, sits on the edge of one of the cliffs, plays a sparkling intro, and sings softly. Let the wind bear this song across the murmuring waves, across the Dark between the worlds, let it reach the one he loves, his only son! ]

         Curufin's Elegy for Celebrimbor
(Sung to the traditional Irish tune, "Dark Iniseoghain.")

I think of a place that we loved and defended,
windswept and shadowed, all the year long,
in the harsh endless winters and the brief lovely summers,
the mountainy glades of the Pass of Aglon.

How well I remember the days of your childhood,
when we hiked the forest, your small hand in mine,
the haunted breeze blowing, your silver eyes glowing
as you listened enchanted to the song of the pines.

Oh, where do we wander when our stories are ended?
Do we bear a light to the darkness beyond?
For there’s little I’d not give to journey beside you,
and share your remembrance of dark Aglon.

I shed my heart's blood in an infamous battle,
and time like a ruinous tide rolled on.
So I was not there when your body was broken,
and you died on the far fields of blood-soaked Hollin.

They say that time flows only one way, and therefore
there can be no returning to a place that is gone.
But my soul tells me surely that one day early
we’ll meet by the green banks of lost Celon.

The winds still will whisper what we knew in silence,
and the tree-shadowed waters will ripple at dawn.
You will walk in that forest, and I’ll walk beside you,
And we’ll bring a new morning to dark Aglon.

{{And here are two artists singing versions of the traditional tune: Siobhan Owen and Mary Dillion, with Déanta.}}