This story was written by Anna Osipenko and discussed in the VL Opahtielva channel on 2025-05-25. Reproduced here with her permission.
Audio recordings to accompany the text.
| No. | Quenya | Tengwar | Means |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Apaquetië hya olor | | A prediction or a dream |
| 2 | -- | | -- |
| 3 | Holyan hendunya ar cenin térë pulcor aldaron i pelir taureä palis, | | I close my eyes and see straight boles of trees that surround a forest meadow, |
| 4 | armar i terir olassië ar lantar cemenna, | | rays of sunlight that pierce the leaves and fall down to the ground, |
| 5 | ar rocco atta ara lantasírë i ulya nitya nendenna. | | and two horses near a waterfall that pours to a small lake. |
| 6 | -- | | -- |
| 7 | Quildeänquë, mal quilda lindalë quanteä vilya. | | We are keeping silence, but quiet music is filling the air. |
| 8 | Lassi hlusseär hwestanen, nén nurrua, ar aiwi lírar umassë táriëssë vequi nyárantë valdië tuilevë sinyar. | | Leaves are whsipering at the breeze, water is murmuring, and birds are singing somewhere high above as if they were relating important spring news. |
| 9 | Yé, yalië coiviéo lamya tallë. | | Lo, the summoning of life sounds like this. |
| 10 | -- | | -- |
| 11 | Tíral neno palmë ar sáneäl ma, ar inyë tíra elyë. | | You are looking at the surface of water and thinking about something, and I am looking at you. |
| 12 | Reo túla cendelelyanna, ar sina reo calyeä quanna ambarinya. Órenya alaryeä. | | A smile is coming to your face, and this smile is illuminating my whole world. My heart is rejoicing. |
| 13 | Lán ista sanwelyar, mal merin sa feälya illumë nauva calina ar senda. | | I don’t know your thoughts, but I want your soul to be always light and peaceful. |
| 14 | -- | | -- |
| 15 | Möa nin namë faila: ecë sina indemman ola apaquetië hya harë rië olor. | | I must judge fairly: this mind picture can become a prediction or remain just a dream. |
| 16 | Ananta aivë sina taurë, sina quilda lindalë olassiëssë aldaron | | However, anyway this forest, this quiet music in the leaves of the trees |
| 17 | ar i reo cendelelyassë carir ni turwa. | | and the smile on your face make me strong. |
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