#GLÆÐUR

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Sem járnklær nætr dragask nærri

Sem járnklær nætr dragask nærri, long haukstrond viðar ok kastar heljar hittir fyrir þær mikilfenglegu gáttir þeirra þróttar þings holls, er engan tók enda. Gneistar gneifðu ok margr halr safnaðisk um alls viðar her í þeim andans dal er ek kalla heima. Gegnum hvískrandi nið skýja gandrs, Landvættir mik kalla út at berja loganda dal augum. Villtr dans bræða markar meinþjófs, Hogna meyjar viðs. Deyjandi glæður mæta stjornum ofan þegar þær mæta gæsku Vidda bróðrs. Með grosin græn ok brúnan svorð undir mínum ilkvistum ek geng at megin stað átrúnaðar. Þórr ok Týr, Freyr ok Ullr, Ek veit þér eruð oss næs á þessar- ri helgu nótt Ísa brots komu. Svo háir eru jotna vegir Fornjóts sona, ok svo breið eru vápnagjoll at flæða skal úr Háars saltunnu. Minn ennis- máni nam sjá Hákon goði í fjarska, kalladi at manna sjotnum. Með Yggjar éls bál reisk í hendi ek heyrða ræða svo hatrsramma. Klæddr í brúnsvort klæði krýpr krúnrakaðr maðrinn, með heift, frammi fyrir goðanum. Hrafnkell, hið unga skáld ok fylgjandi munka dróttins hefr verið leiðandi í vorri byggð.

Svá skyldu goð gjalda, gram reki bond af londum, reið sé rogn ok Óðinn, rán míns fjár hánum. Fólk mýgi lát flýja, Freyr ok Njorðr, af jordðum. Leiðisk lofða stríði landáss, þann er vé grandar.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 28)

Morðsólar veik máli meiðir; sinnar leiðar gekk ramms hotuðr rekka rógs í þorp ór skógi. Menfergir vas margan móthress í bœ þessum vetr, ok vann til mætrar vargnistir sér bjargar.

(Anonymous Poems, Plácitusdrápa 29)

Hrafnkell lýtr niðr at dolkbrands dokkvri grun í bljúgri bæn. Með handar tjolgr uppreistar. Honum er kastað í sand-hvítan fórnar pytt laussra líkama. Hrafnkels fljúgandi tunga biðr friðar sem þó aldrei kemr.

Þjód á hart, sús hlýða hildings boðum vildat lofða kyns meðan lifði, lýtum kend fyr hendi. Sú rasar aum í aumar óvísligar píslir; ey grœtir þar ýta uggr, en vætki huggar.

(Gamli kanóki, Harmsól 38)

Fynk þola flæðar auknir fleygjendr þrimu leygjar

þar liggr elds á oldum íma - frost með bríma. Morgs onnur þar manna meiri ógn ok fleira angr, an ór megi tunga, óvegs, frá því segja.

(Gamli kanóki, Harmsól 39)

En sem tunga hans flograr um múgin sem kallar upp af hatri ok sorg, sækir morðbálið leið sína at hvítum skýjum Hranfkels sjónar bergs. Sem Hákon dregr fram pínt Heimdallar hofuð, skal hin lærða tunga fylgjara hins bjarta manns ór suðri ekki fleiðra meir. Landa andar, Háars þeg- nar dýrra ríkja, hvar er sá friðr er ek heyrði at mundi stafa af handa gapmunni Heimdallar er ek kom í dal þenna fyr longu síðan? Myrk er sú tíð komandi, ok verjendr anda landa leiða hana á brott úr þeim stað sem nú er roðinn logðis lodda logleysunnar.

English: As The Iron Claws Of Night Draw Near

As the iron claws of night draw near, the long hands of wood and fire meet before the majestic doors of never ending houses of trees. Sparks fly and many men are gathered around holy fires in this spiritual val- ley I call home. Through whispering sounds of the wind, I am called out by Landvættir to behold a valley alight before my eyes. A wild dance of brothers to the fire giant with trees. Dying embers meet the stars above when they meet the kindness of the wind. Blades of green, grounds of brown, both of them are beneath my feet as I walk below towards the centre place of whorship. Þórr and Tyr, Freyr and Ullr, I know you are near to us on this holy night of the ar- rival of spring. So high are the moutains of fire, and so wide the blood must flow out of the bowl. My eyes see Hákon goði from afar, shou- ting towards the village. With the sacrifical knife raised, I hear a speach so hateful. Clad in brown-black cloths, a tonsured man knees acri- moniously before the goði. Hrafnkel, young poet and follower of the god of the monks, has been a leading figure in our community.

Let the gods banish the ruler, pay him for stealing my wealth, let him incur the wrath of Óðinn and the gods. Make the tyrant flee his lands, Freyr and Njorðr; may Þórr the land-god be angered at his foe, the defiler of his holy place.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 28)

The destroyer of the war-sun broke off his speech; the hater of the fierce strife of men went his way from the forest into a village. The batt- le-fierce neckring-destroyer was many a winter in that town and the wolf-feeder earned a good living.

(Anonymous Poems, Plácitusdrápa 29)

Hrafnkel bows down to the blood ground of worship. With hands raised, he is thrown into our hallowed sand-white sacrificial pit of released bodies. Hrafnkel's flying tongue prays for a peace that never comes.

The group of people, known for sins, who would not heed the commandments of the prince of the race of men while it lived, faces hardship. It rushes wretched into wretched, uncertain tor- tures; fear grieves people there perpetually, and nothing affords comfort.

(Gamli kanóki, Harmsól 38)

Flingers are the flame of battle, swollen with fal- sehood, endure stench, frost with flame; there lie embers of fire upon men. Many another greater terror for dishonourable men is there and more sorrow than my tongue is able to discribe.

(Gamli kanóki, Harmsól 39)

But as his tongue flies around a shouting au- dience of hate and grief, the knife seeks its way towards the white clouds of Hrafnkel's eyes. As Hákon drags the suffering head forward, the le- arned tongue of the follower of the bright man from the south sings no more. Spirits of the earth, gods of the kingdoms so dear, where is the peace that I learned to be leading hands of Heim- dallr when I entered this valley long ago? Dark are the seasons to come, and guardian spirits of the land lead her away from a place now reddened with the blood of turmoil.

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Song: GLÆÐUR Album: Komdu til mín svarta systir Artist: MAMMÚT Purchase Here

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PHEI SAGEBLOSSOM

SKY CHILD

Scalian | 25

Phei is the only child of Eithir and her human mother Kaguya, though Eithir seems to his best to keep that a secret. She is the only scalian born after the self-imposed exile, meaning that she has never see the surface before. Furthermore, the tradition and history the scalians seem to glorify are a mystery to her.

She's a soft person when her values aren't being targeted, and is always looking out for others. Don't get get in her way when she has set her eyes on something though, for no one is ready for Phei's stubbornness.

Physical description : mid-length grey hair with hints of peach, sky-blue feathers with golden tips, starry hazel eyes, short.

Languages : Dāiūn | Morkeorzi

Preferred weapons : None

“No. What if there are people in danger? What if people die because we failed to tell them? Why don’t you want to do anything? I’m sure this Empress is willing to listen to us if we present it respectfully. And who knows if she is still in charge? Perhaps there is someone else who is willing to listen. We have to try.”

Theme : ekki hugsa | glæður : Song

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[ielzin]

Samaris - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

songs:

Glæður Ég Vildi Fegin Verða Góða Tungl Wanted 2 Say

[losangeleslovesyou]

MAMMÚT : GLÆÐUR

[thebrokengodofmischief]

Glæður || redeemedasgardian

Months of planning had all boiled down to this. The golden city had been breached by all the rebels unhappy with King Loki’s rule and it was only by pure luck they had been delivered their saviour; the whole face of the revolution and the one who would take the throne. He had stumbled into their realm, bruised and bloody, near death but not gone yet. But this strange mage looked exactly like their king. Raven hair, emerald eyes, a face with hard features and porcelain skin but for some unknown reason had broken memories. He couldn’t remember who he was or where he came from. Only that he was running.

So for the rebels it was easy to brainwash him to their cause. Give him an uplifting code name to inspire him while, unknowing, he would take the fall should they fail.

But even for all their planning they never expected for the outcome. They had been betrayed; the night of their revolt the guard had been doubled and they had no chance and within hours they had been crushed; nothing remaining of their band but the dead bodies and rivers of blood hat filled the streets.

Running, a short sword in one hand and wearing black leather and silver armor, his long legs pushed him fast as the guards gained on him. He had sneaked away from the slaughter but someone had seen him and was shocked at what he saw. Through the gash on his hairline that stained the one side of his face red there was no doubt. It was Loki, but it couldn’t be their king so they were now defying their kings orders and taking just this one prisoner.

Arms wrapped around his torso and he kicked and elbowed with all the reserved strength he had left, the blade clattering to the ground, but it was useless once his arms were bound behind his back and he could feel how they bound also his magic and he was dragged, head down to the palace.

"My King.. We crushed the rebellion! We caught their leader.. But My King.. He is strange.."

He felt fingers curl into his hair and yank his head up and back to show his bruised and bloody face. 

"They call him Glæður.. Ember.. Like false hope of a flame my King.." The guards behind him snickered but the warrior tugging on his hair shushed them, "Allfather.. He is you.."

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WIP Playlist Tag

Thank you for the tag @kg-willie​ ! I already have a soundtrack and a playlist for Phei, so I’ll pick 5 songs and pieces from those and explain my thoughts behind them!

Rules: List 5 songs that most encapsulate your WIP/the most essential songs on your WIP playlist

ekki hugsa, Ólafur Arnalds This is perhaps the one piece of music that symbolises Gust in its entirety. The title translates from Icelandic and means don’t think. It represents following your heart, staying true to yourself an living the life the way you want to lead it. It’s almost one of my favourite pieces in the world.

glæður, Ásgeir All around just an absolutely mesmorising song, it represents Phei’s longing for a different life, a different world, a different self. This part especially just hits home: 

Hamingjan mun finna þig á ný Í þögninni þú biður eftir vori Og brennur þögull inn í nýjan dag

Which translates loosely to:

Happiness will find you again In the silence you wait for spring And burn silently into a new day

just..

beautiful lies, Birdy

Perhaps essential to the soundtrack for reasons I haven’t revealed yet, (act 4 is wild guys), but I’ll share the part that matches the most anyway, since the lyrics are truly wonderful.

Tell me beautiful lies I wish that I had the strength to let go, but I don't I'm paralyzed I see the child in your eyes and I'm stuck in the headlights

the sheltering sky, Ryuichi Sakamoto A piece from the soundtrack, the title says it all. Phei’s home is in the clouds, and even when she leaves it behind, it’s still watching over her. The way the Piano and Violin duet in the middle part of the piece also resemble Phei’s internal duality. 

tin can ride, Gregory and the Hawk Again, a very fitting song both thematically and lyrics-wise:

We won't mind, feign a thick skin and then split at the sides Faulty rhymes - he was born heart beating to the pulse of poetic crime It's a hard one, kid, the paint's quite peeling, but, boy, the wood is fine

I hope that wasn’t too long! I got carried away (that always happens once I start talking about music). I’ll tag @ink-fireplace-coffee, @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @ettawritesnstudies and @chauceryfairytales because I’m very curious what music you would pick :o

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PHEI | A Gust of Rising Wind

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A SIDE

Árbakkinn - Ólafur Arnalds and Einar Georg Einarsson A Flower is not a Flower - Ryuichi Sakamoto ekki hugsa - Ólafur Arnalds Beautiful Lies - Birdy Somewhere only we know - Lily Allen Life on Mars - David Bowie Over the Night - Hyakkei O Children - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Glæður - Ásgeir Trausti Tin can Ride - Gregory and the Hawk

B SIDE

Leaves that are Green - Simon and Garfunkel Jikan ga nai - Kirinji King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men Childhood Dreams - Jasmine Clark Melancholy - Cidergirl Jaljayo Good Night - Twice

Spotify Link | Album design based on 'Down the Rabbit Hole' by Ashe

This is a playlist I made hoping to capture both Phei's childlike innocence and her passion for kindness. I hope it can bring you some peace in these tiresome times.