poplitealqueen and goldberry-in-the-rushes
Gilim gilim jalaiglim.
Thatûr ag zanelekha.
Glint glint gleam.
The stars shall soon shine.
Sleep my little gift
Sleep my heart of all hearts
Your long day is ended.
I’m loathe to add any commentary (which is surprisingly reserved for me) to this haunting, beautiful rendition, because holy frijoles! Goldberrry, you have once again blown me away with your mad skills. *cries softly, hugs you, covers your shoulder in snot and tears* You. Are. Stupendous. You bring my wriggling mass of rhymes to life, and this lullaby wouldn’t hurt my heart so much if it weren’t for you. I don’t know whether to thank you or kiss you, you ahh YOU.
And since this will be squeezed into The Seventh and Last, and because she is just a fantastic human being to know, I gotta thank Miss Dets as well. Just… ALL HER EMOTIONALLY STIRRING DWARVISH SONGS.
The Iron Hills for me, the Iron Hills for me, theironhillsformeforme I may be a queen, but she’s QUEEN OF THOSE FEELS!
(It kinda devolves into a bona fide headcanon after this. Totally unapologetic).