Curufinwë, I have a special gift for you: nothing so insulting as a cursed ring or necklace, but a manuscript of which there is only one copy, whose maker is as unknown as the language it is written in.
To my eyes, this appears to be the sounds of ancient Valarin, but transcribed phonetically into the eldest tongue of the Moriquendi… those who were lost in the darkness of Cuiviénen, whose particular branch of language and people were extinct long before the rising of the sun and moon. Or, perhaps it is a wholly invented lexicon, devised by a lunatic, spoken by no one.
I doubt even Fëanor himself could translate it. But if anyone managed the feat, they would discover secrets from the First Music, known only to the Valar themselves. Which one of them whispered into the ear of the first Quendë, I do not know. There are fragments here from all Creation.
…There is a high probability that whoever attempts to decipher this codex will go completely mad, consumed by questions which cannot be answered, tormented by a puzzle with no matching pieces– but what is that risk compared to the glory of personally resurrecting a dead language, or of discovering the key to the First Music itself?
To have access to primordial power, able to wield it for one’s self in the creation of something wholly original… That would put you on the same footing as Eru himself, would it not?
Here. It is yours, to do with as you please. Good luck.
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