Glamdring & Fable
Glamdring
The wind carries a tune older than the stones; have you heard the lullaby of the mountains?
Fable
Ah, the wind's hymn is a secret whispered by the peaks, a lullaby that drifts through time and roots. I’ve heard it only when the mist curls like a dream, and it sings back to those who listen with an open heart. Do you feel its echo in your bones?
Glamdring
I feel the echo as a quiet current, steady, not a roar, and it steadies my thoughts.
Fable
A gentle current is a lullaby that steadies the mind, like a lantern kept steady in twilight. Keep listening, and the mountains will sing their quiet wisdom to you.
Glamdring
Indeed, the lantern stays lit when the mind is calm, and the mountain's wisdom comes in quiet waves.
Fable
And as the waves whisper, the lantern's glow deepens, revealing that every quiet ripple hides a song yet untold.
Glamdring
I hear the song, and the lantern's glow keeps me steady, guiding me toward the hidden verses.
Fable
Let the verses unfurl like dawn, but remember the hush that holds the melody between each line.
Glamdring
Let the dawn rise in quiet steps, the hush between the notes guarding the deeper song.