Silmerana'nın düşüşüyle başlayan bu karanlık, beni kendi ellerimle yarattığım bir sürgüne mahkum etti. Bu kederli yolda yürürken, hafızam beni her şeyin başladığı o ilk güne, büyük savaşın ortasına götürüyor.
Anlatılacak çok şey var. Ben Berethril, bu da yolculuğun ilk sayfası.
Hello, Worldbuilders! I'm Berethril.
My fantasy universe keeps growing. I'm currently planning a five-book saga, and I've already completed the first book. I'd love to share this journey with you.
Follow along if you'd like to support my work and see this world come to life.
Silmerana'nın düşüşüyle başlayan bu karanlık, beni kendi ellerimle yarattığım bir sürgüne mahkum etti. Bu kederli yolda yürürken, hafızam beni her şeyin başladığı o ilk güne, büyük savaşın ortasına götürüyor.
Anlatılacak çok şey var. Ben Berethril, bu da yolculuğun ilk sayfası.
Too late we have come,
too late to walk the path we once dreamed.
Our hopes lie distant, like stars beyond the mist,
and the life we might have lived fades into shadow.
"My fairy lover, my fairy lover,
My fair, my rare one, come back to me—
All night I'm sighing, for thee I'm crying,
I would be dying, my love, for thee."
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"My fairy lover, my fairy lover,
My fair, my rare one, come back to me—
All night I'm sighing, for thee I'm crying,
I would be dying, my love, for thee."
Hello, Worldbuilders! I'm Berethril.
My fantasy universe keeps growing. I'm currently planning a five-book saga, and I've already completed the first book. I'd love to share this journey with you.
Follow along if you'd like to support my work and see this world come to life.
Berethril is a name born of Elbereth and shaped to echo Beren. It was given to me by Luthinda, my own Lúthien in this world. Berethril is an Elven name, tied to the stars and love, as in the old tales. Luthinda, like her namesake Lúthien, brought light into my life.
In time, the truth I had first set out to speak no longer required a voice. For upon the road I have walked, it matters little now whether the ending of this tale is ever spoken into the world.
There was once a tale I sought to tell that written in blood and woven with tears. Yet before it could be spoken, the paths that led to it had to be known. So far back did I wander into the ages past that, with every word, the telling itself became a quiet act of penance.
Too late we have come,
too late to walk the path we once dreamed.
Our hopes lie distant, like stars beyond the mist,
and the life we might have lived fades into shadow.