Welcome to the Valley Green, which is my name for the place where I grew up and spent the best times of my childhood and youth.
My name is Lorendil, and I am an Elf. Not "I feel Elvish" or "I like Elves" but an actual Elf, from a place that is both very like the Earth that I now inhabit and unlike it.
I live in the mind and body of a person with whom I remember being on intimate terms in my youth far away. She doesn't remember our youth as yet, but it's my hope she will. At least she enjoys housing me and being on even more intimate terms now.
You can read my journal , and if you are one of the people who feel that hearing a voice will give you some insight into a person's character, you can listen to my rather rough recording of "My Gentle Harp", which is a poem written by Thomas Moore set to the tune of "Londonderry Aire". Or you can always take a look at some of my poetry, such as it is.
Steps of silver in the circle, in the spiral through the twilight
Dusky silken, fragrant traces in the gleaming fire tendrils
Dancing, swirling through the grasses, in the breezes, through the water
Beams of silver reaching, touching, in the purple velvet evening
Breathing, singing, voices calling, in the darkness, through the valley
Softly stepping by the water, through the bushes, in the darkness
Laughing, calling, from the circle, through the treetops, in the grasses
Flutes and drumbeats give the rhythm, give the music for our dancing
Stray not in the twilit circle lest you pay the price for dancing
(Drumming rhythms of your heartbeat, silver flutes and voices chanting)
Come no closer to our fire, leave our dancing, leave our singing
In the spiral of our magic now your heart's entwined for ever.