Elden

Margery looked up at him, colouring, startled, suspicious. "Truth, Lady, you've no call to look at me thus," Hugh said, smiling. "I'm eldening now, like my late master, God cherish him, but I'm not so old I can't remember what it is to burn, […]

In the orient, elden age, / Ere man had learned to wage / Dispassionate war against his natural mind, / Thy voice of mystery— / Reading aloud the earth’s extended page, / Bade human aspirations find, / In the cool fountain and the forest tree, / A sentient Deity; […]

And when, adown life’s current floating slow, / Earth’s mated hearts with happy cooings go, / It may be scarce begun the joyful voyage, / Which hope has drawn out unto elden age, / Ere the sad mandate is received, to cast / Aside the aspirings fostered of the past; […]

And some miles ahead, at the heart of the Riverwood and upon the banks of the Islebome, stood the ruins of Luren, once a great trade city, but destroyed in elden times: […]