Trying to find Yallambi

We wonder wander helplessly,

And sadly we are searching on.

Which way to Yallambi?

If asked for my name

For love of He who makes trees grow,

Please name me so in harmony

as Elu Tintollo.

Introducing friends

This wolf is Friendly. He's quite tame.

The centaur's name is Koob. To lend

Thier help is why they came.

To Elu Tintollo (happy to meet him)

A name the Lord has given me

To bring me thee with light adored

And end iniquity!

To Elu Tintollo (formal)

At last Elu Tintollo does appear.

Now listen with your heart where voice is still.

The ancient Lord of Elves who you revere

Compels your aid for this sad servant here,

Who humbly begs your wisdom, wit, and will.

Sounding out True Believers

How sure are you in olden ways?

Who still obeys Sulimo true?

Who seeks Corellon's praise?

 

Do you reject the human mode?

That dismal road? The Pale God's sect?

So, are you elf or toad?

No

In this at least you are my foe.

For grief and woe, this humble priest

Must now reply with no.

Yes

I do agree, I must confess.

The Great God bless you, now I see.

Indeed, of course, and yes.

 

Your words are wise, your thoughts are sage.

An open page, without surprise.

How clear I cannot gauge.

I don't know

Some things remain beyond my grasp

The truth may rasp my tortured brain

In ignorance's clasp.

Thank you

Although my way is strange and weird

You volunteered without dismay.

I'm thankful you appeared.

Here's a blessing (Orb)

Correllon's will has brought me here

So now come near and fear no ill.

Just touch this Holy Sphere

 

The Elf God's call has sent me here

To bring me near to bless you all.

Just touch this Holy Sphere

Here's a blessing (Quest)

I come to you from Manwë's care.

His will I bear, his blessing, too.

Will you accept his prayer?

The Orb is Good

The Orb is Good! The Orb is Good!

The Orb is Good! The Orb is Good!

It's also very Good!

Generic preaching

A monster came from distant shores.

All elves it gores with subtle shame

And deep within it bores.

 

Alas, my kin have come to this!

Forsaking bliss, you turn to sin,

Not knowing what you miss.

 

The elf-friends hide and flee and weep.

They shun the creeping human tide

That drowns your spirits deep.

 

A human taint is on the wood.

In all we should cast off restraint

And heal our land for good!

 

There was a Silver Salmon there

Still unaware it swam and still

Care less and free of care.

 

You say you want a revolution

Well, you know,

You better free your mind instead.

 

The Elf-Lord waits unsatisfied.

He will not bide for reprobates

Who mock in sin and pride.

 

Don't get me wrong -- those human kind,

Though nice, I find, just don't belong

With elves all intertwined.

 

The Fivefold Elvish Way grows dim

As loud and grim the mannish Twelve

Drown out the Holy Hymn.

 

The Elf Cod's pain and wrath are great

For Evil bait has hooked your brain

The skillet is your fate.

 

Feed me.

copyright © 2001 by Michael Moran Alterio, Michael Babriecki, Harry Ching, Stephen Martin, and Donald R. Parrish III (all rights reserved)