The Earth changes.

The stones cry out with a coming change.

The trees shudder in an unfeelable wind.

The Mountains awaken.

They have heard the Song of the Olde.



. . . .Telelle. . . .



The Fire changes.

The light is bright as a thousand stars.

The heat is more intense then dragon-stare.

The Flamewraiths awaken.

They have heard the Song of the Olde.



. . . .Telelle. . . .



The Water changes.

It's path is as quick as a desert wind.

It's cold pierces like a dagger.

The Nymphs have awakened.

They have heard the Song of the Olde.



. . . .Telelle. . . .



The Wind changes.

It carries messages to secret caverns.

It curls around the spires of castles.

The Wind-singers have awakened.

They have heard the Song of the Olde.



. . . .Telelle. . . . Telelle. . . . Telelle. . . .

. . . .The Protector of Earth. . . . The Bringer of Fire. . . . The Paladin of Water. . . . The Messenger of the Wind. . . .



The Elements sing a song, the song of the One who will give them their revenge. . . .

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Just something I wrote when I was thinking about the environment. I believe that one day humans will be very sorry that they ever tampered with the landscape of this world. Just my idea of what's coming.



BTW: Telelle means Little Elf in Tolkien's language of Sindarin.