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tangerine · 02-02-2003, 08:51 AM

Hinura rose from her long-finished meal, taking her lttle harp out of the protective covering of her bag. The tremble in her hands was so slight only Gandalf may have noticed it, as she gripped the harp tighter, moving towards the front of the group.

She took a long, deep breathe to steady herself, and began, walking forward all the time:

Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach
Ciamar a nì mi ‘n ruidhle bòidheach
Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta

Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach
Ciamar a nì mi ‘n ruidhle bòidheach
Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta

Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ a chuir air chlì mi
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìne a chuir air chlì mi
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta

Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ a chuir air chlì mi
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìne a chuir air chlì mi
Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta

Slowing the festive pace, the tune smoothly changed from one into another:

Ó ì og ì ò
A Mhòrag 's na ho rò gheallaidh
Ó ì og ì ò

A Mhòrag bheag a' chùil riomhaich
Dheanainn-sa do chìr a cheannach

A Mhòrag bheag a' chùil dualaich
'S tric do luaidh a' tighinn air m'aire

Mis' amuigh air luing a' seòladh
'S mi gun dòigh air tighinn gu baile

An cuimhne leat an oidhche bha sinn
'S a' luing bhàin air bhàrr na mara

An oidhche sin a chaidh ar fuadach
Thànaig a' mhuir mhùr 'na gleannaibh.

Her voice then fell silent, though her harp still played, waiting for Menelduliniel and Estelarion to begin their own music.

[ February 02, 2003: Message edited by: tangerine ]

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02-02-2003, 08:51 AM	#11
tangerine Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jul 2002 Posts: 100	Hinura rose from her long-finished meal, taking her lttle harp out of the protective covering of her bag. The tremble in her hands was so slight only Gandalf may have noticed it, as she gripped the harp tighter, moving towards the front of the group. She took a long, deep breathe to steady herself, and began, walking forward all the time: Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach Ciamar a nì mi ‘n ruidhle bòidheach Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach Ciamar a nì mi ‘n ruidhle bòidheach Ciamar a nì mi ‘n dannsa dìreach Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ a chuir air chlì mi Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìne a chuir air chlì mi Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ a chuir air chlì mi Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìne a chuir air chlì mi Dh’fhalbh a’ phrìn’ ás bonn mo chòta Slowing the festive pace, the tune smoothly changed from one into another: Ó ì og ì ò A Mhòrag 's na ho rò gheallaidh Ó ì og ì ò A Mhòrag bheag a' chùil riomhaich Dheanainn-sa do chìr a cheannach A Mhòrag bheag a' chùil dualaich 'S tric do luaidh a' tighinn air m'aire Mis' amuigh air luing a' seòladh 'S mi gun dòigh air tighinn gu baile An cuimhne leat an oidhche bha sinn 'S a' luing bhàin air bhàrr na mara An oidhche sin a chaidh ar fuadach Thànaig a' mhuir mhùr 'na gleannaibh. Her voice then fell silent, though her harp still played, waiting for Menelduliniel and Estelarion to begin their own music. [ February 02, 2003: Message edited by: tangerine ]