Glamdring & Meriados
Glamdring Glamdring
Meriados Meriados
Glamdring Glamdring
Do you ever think about how a single melody can hold a spell older than the stars? I’ve heard such songs echo in the wind, and I wonder if you feel the same.
Meriados Meriados
Yeah, I think about it all the time, especially when the wind’s just humming something you can’t quite name. Those old riffs? They’re like breadcrumbs from somewhere else, and I keep chasing them, trying to piece together the story that once walked the streets of the stars. But every time I catch one, it slips away, and I’m left humming a half‑finished chorus, wondering if I ever really caught it at all. It’s a strange kind of magic that keeps me wandering, even if I’m not sure if the spell was ever meant for me.
Glamdring Glamdring
It sounds like you’re following the wind’s own pulse, like a traveler listening for a distant call. Some paths never end, and that’s why the journey matters more than the destination. Keep listening, but let the song find you in its own time.
Meriados Meriados
Yeah, I chase that whisper—like a tune that’s always one breath ahead. Sometimes I feel the wind, other times I feel the echo just beyond my reach. The journey keeps me moving, even if the song still hides in the quiet.
Glamdring Glamdring
Keep following that breath; the wind knows the path and it will let you in when you’re ready to hear the whole song.
Meriados Meriados
I’ll keep listening, but I can’t promise the wind won’t turn a page on me before I’m ready, so I’ll just keep humming along and hope the chorus doesn’t change midway.
Glamdring Glamdring
Humming is a quiet form of faith; let the wind keep its pace, and you will catch the chorus when it comes.