Medu-symbel

About the great Targ-bord (round-shield table) in the Halidom Hall, the Adhel-alfs (noble Alfs) are gathered in Medu-symbel (mead-banquet). The heort of this Targ-shield is its boss, a swelling Samen-stone that glows like a glede (hot coal), but of the grenegold fyre.

The shaggy Alf-thanes are sat about the Bord-rim, each in talk with his neighbor, while knaves bear jugs of mead to birl (pour) into each one's bune (goblet), filling it to over-run with thick, frothing mead of Samen-flowod (Soma). And when this is done, one Alf-kynecht (knight) stands and fills the Hall with words that tell of who they are: menn who, once Guman, now are Half-alfen, having undergone the Cherrenge (change), and got the Fraedhing (enlightenment). They now see full and clean that Gumenn make War on the Edhli-verden (Nature-realm) of our holy Feorgen, the Life-mountain that is this island Eorth. They make war on all Life-kinds in everything they do now, making the Dilgoth (the Extinction Event), and so Eydhsla (the Wasteland) for endless time. The Speaker then says: the Alfar only, menn who have the Deep Edhli-mynd (Nature-consciousness), can hope to end this Eydhslaughter, this Dilgoth, and bring again Eorth-wela (Earth-weal). The Gumar, now thralls to the Searuvel, the Evil Machine they have made, will be fought by Alf-siden (alfish influence) that tames and draws the Guman mind toward Fraedhing, and the Cherrenge. They raise the Drygand (All-wight) banner of the Edlifrith Sake (Nature-peace cause), to turn the Guman War on the Edhli to the raising of Edhli-mynd with the Wodhe (inspiration,~Awen) that makes Deepness, forshaping (transforming) the greedy Skadhe-mynd from wan-wit (folly) to heort-wisdom and Edhli-frith, so that at last the Edhli-menning (ecological civilization) can over-well and dwell about the Feorgen, to let heal the Wasteland, so that Eorth-wela can grow and the Neorxna-alden (Ever-freshening Age) can begin.

At this, all who are gathered rise, their heorts welling, and hold forth their welling bunes toward the glowing Samen-stone, and, like to like, the bubbling Mead begins to glimmer grenegold, and an out-cry arises: "Let us drench the Wereld in Wodhe! For the Edhli! Through Edhli-mynd to the Edhli-menning!"

And they roar, and they quaff the Living Mead, and drench themselves in Samen-wodhe, and feel the selly Woone (wondrous Life-ecstacy), in sameheortness and body-bliss.