Originally posted by Fëanor~dances to the left~ Thou art a daring but foolish young kanve to tryeth and smite me. For it is I that hath the experience to cutteth thy throat and letteth loose the evil that streameth within thine veins. Thou art but a young rogue who doth fancy himself a swordsman, and foolishly challengeth me! I shall make it so your passing is an easy one, ruffian! ~feints up and stabs downward~
*darts to the left*Well placed, but thou hast missed thy mark! I but moved a little and thou but smote the air upon you haste. 'Twil be mine honour to ringeth thy death knell... *swings wide right*
Argh!...I am wounded. O' woeful day hast come to my last I shalt but fain nigh death. Many a foe had I fought aforetime, alas I must away to heal mine wounds lest black night o'ercome me. Thou shalt rue this day vile one. Upon my return when tended rightly so, so shalt I be thy bane.
Laugh now, for 'tis bitter upon thy tongue no sweetness there shalt thou find. For quickly held it is, so it shalt be forgotten.
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For surety hath mine wits thus abandoned me...diminish'd then am I for words art lacking and I but wonder whither now hast gone mine idle thoughts.
Lo! suffereth me not to prate e'er on...but let me then decree thus:
Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! ‘Tis been decreed by one Fëanor son of Finwë by leave of one who is Lord of All and by his or her grace that forthwith on this day that said thread also known as ‘Olde English shalt be granted life forever more. Knoweth then that I and all the power containeth wilt continue upon this thread in the manner deserveth herewith. And lo! It should prove ill upon thy contenance to read such prattle, I wilt suffereth none to abide. Yea though the tongue that thou wouldst read is called such, ‘tis truly Biblical English. Its truer form none could read nor understand save the most wise and the most learn’d. Since there be none to be found, and to some most lacking I wilt not cause thee to a weird(fate) most undesired.
Eow habbane beon eall feorhbealo.(you have been told)
Originally posted by Lord Soth
I art confused......prithee, what beeth the meaning behind thine statement, young squire?
In the words of the immortal Highlander..."There can only be one."
And lo though am I alone upon my endeavour within said thread, I shalt abide hither with less regards to the "Neweth olde..." and if there be none save I that shouldst speak thus or come hither, then so be it...
Hast thou now learned mine meaning?