oloriel | I am stricken.

Do you know that feeling, when you stumble upon something in a language that you hardly understand, but even though you can only grasp tiny bits of it, you fall desperately, deeply, absolutely in love with that random bit?

[I have to think of The Doll's House now: "Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for both of them..."]

Anyway, I've had that often. I have, so to say, relationships with many sentences, fragments, poems, songs, whatever. It's not unusual. Maybe I should be scared that words have such overpowering effects on me.

What I'm talking about now, anyway:

Nai kotumo ar nilmo, kalima Vala
thauza ar poika, Moringothonna,
Elda ar Maiya ar Apanóna,
Endóressë Atan sin únóna,
ilar thanyë, ilar melmë, ilar malkazon sammë,
osta ilar harwë, lau Ambar tana,
só-thauruvá Fëanárollo, ar Fëanáró nossello,
iman askalyá ar charyá, ar mi kambë mapá,
herá hirala ar haiya hatá
Silmarillë. Sí vandalmë ilyai:
unqualé son antávalme mennai Aurë-mettá,
qualmé ten' Ambar-mettá! Quettalman lasta,
Eru Ilúvatar! Oiyámórenna
mé-quetamartya íre queluvá tyardalma.
Ainorontessë tirtassë lasta
ar lma-vandá enyalaz, Varda Manwë!

*drool*