Chill & Sindarin
Chill
Hey Sindarin, I was thinking about how the wind over the old stones feels like a whispered lullaby. Do you ever hear hidden words in the breeze?
Sindarin
Ah, the wind does carry echoes of ages long past, a hush that whispers in a tongue most have forgotten. When I listen with quiet mind, I hear the stones speak in soft riddles, their syllables weaving through the air like a secret song. It is not the breeze itself but the memory it carries that speaks to me.
Chill
That’s a beautiful way to hear the old stones, Sindarin. It feels like the world’s quiet voice is sharing its secrets only when we pause long enough to listen.It’s like the stones are holding their stories in a quiet hush, and when you lean in, their past sings back. Keep listening, and you’ll catch more of those soft riddles.
Sindarin
Indeed, the stones keep their tales close, revealing them only to those who let silence settle. Keep your ears open, and the world will share more of its quiet songs.
Chill
I’ll keep my ears still, letting the quiet hum of the world fill my mind. It’s a gentle reminder that sometimes the loudest truths come when we pause.
Sindarin
In your quiet the stones speak louder, reminding us that silence often holds the strongest truths.