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A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhàn
Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic
Do thìr, dìleas féin
A ghrian a's a ghealach, stiùir sinn
Gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir
Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg
Maighdean uasal bhàn

Little baby, hear my voice

I'm beside you, O maiden fair

Our young Lady, grow and see

Your land, your own faithful land

Sun and moon, guide us

To the hour of our glory and honour

Little baby, our young Lady

Noble maiden fair

Brave OST - Noble Maiden Fair

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The young night's haze gently descended to the sleepy earth, and the air got saturated with raw smell of receding evening. The grand soiree that the king threw tonight was slowly getting over; it felt much more quiet and serene once guests prepared to leave the party to the lovely peaceful music of royal court artists. And, just like every other evening, mischievous sons of the king have been up to their favourite tricks - how much laugh they had when someone walked under the trees and an obscuredly appearing bucket of paint or water spilt over to unsuspecting guests! It was even more fun when a family member would fall a victim of such prank, as impish trio of Olv, Swend and Justin felt especiallly proud when they managed to trick older brothers, or even careful Eliza. In such moments she would amusingly stomp her feet and angrily shake her fists at them, while covered in unpleasantly liquid red paint. Tonight at this point princess was merrily dancing in circle, feeling such a joy in her young heart, - lantern lights, reminding of fireflies, lively music beat, genuine smiles on guests' scarlet faces, festive atmosphere surrounding was everything she loved and remembered so dearly in her childhood days. Her excitement electified everyone around her - but hthe moment had to be spoilt with her insensitive and immature brothers' foolish tricks. When a bucket full of ice-cold water fell on her from the tree one more time she couldn't hold her indignation back, resentfully reviling her own siblings.
- What a nuisance these boys are! - little Eliza complains as her mother wipes her newly-washed curls with a towel, - princess just had a bath before preparing for bed. - How more annoying their naughty tricks could get!
- They are only playing, kære, - queen Inga lightly chuckles and answers to the pouty daughter. - These are no naughty tricks but their way of having fun.
- They better not have such kind of fun near me! - the princess concludes. - Soon enough they'll succed at driving me away. I'll go away.
- To where? - the queen interestedly asks.
Eliza thinks for a moment.
- I don't know. Somewhere far, far away from them! To the land where there are no brothers; I'll eat berries everyday, sleep in the fields and watch the starry sky, because there wil be no one dragging me along into games or following around.
- We'll see if you find such place, - Inga smiles and thrusts the towel aside, - but you haven't thought of everything, child: you don't realize your brothers would miss you, do you? Imagine how sad they'd become upon knowing that their dear sister left them somewhere far, where they couldn't reach. How'd they react?
Little princess turns her widened eyes to the mother, her eyelashes innocently flaping.
- I... don't know. They should've think of that before pouring water out on me.
- You shouldn't hold grudges to your brothers, Eliza, - mother explains, - because a fair lady like you are should be forgiving. You and your brothers are one family, and things always happen in families, - pesky, mean things. That's what always happens in a group of such diverse, opinionated people! But you shouldn't take their small actions to your heart, for that is not what defines them in serious situations. - the queen stops for a moment to remember something. - Have I told you that story of three frog-brothers?
Eliza shakes her head with an expectant smile, "No".
- Then listen, - the queen speaks, - there were these three young frogs who were brothers to each other; they shared the muggy pond, lived pretty peacefully and did nothing but ate flies all day. Once they were out on the walk down the forest trail and came across a small lean house; now they were curious and agreed to explore it a bit, luckily the owners were seemingly absent. They spent all afternoon raking around the house to find anything interesting what would catch their mind, but found nothing of that sort and prepared to leave the place, when they spotted a neat tall jug, that had milk in it, - freshly poured, with a sweet smell. The brothers felt thirsty after day spending outside and wished to taste the milk, but the jug was so tall and hard to reach that they had to stand on each other's heads to climb up. The youngest brother climbed first but he fell right in the jug and couldn't get out anymore! He waved his slimy hands and cried brothers to help him; the oldest brother heard the steps coming close from the outside and, panicing, run off, leaving others behind. But the middle brother fearlessly leaned over to the younger frog, pulling him out and safely escaping through the window, with his slimy hand in brother's hand. Now that's a tale for you, Eliza: one brother leaving brothers behind shattered trust of the others and proved him a betrayer.
Eliza listened intrestedly to the whole narrative, and now sits against her thin pale-skinned mother with drooping eyes, stooping her small fragile body a little. She reflected upon a story she just heard.
- Always stay in touch with your family, Eliza, for they love you and wish only good. When you're all become older, you'll understand how much you appreciate your ties and love them too. Never leave them behind, child.
Eliza's eyes ligten up and she lovingly gazes upon her mother.
- I won't, mor, - princess takes queen's delicate hands into hers, small and plumpy. - I won't leave them for a faraway land. I love y'all!
She softly kisses Inga's hands, and the queen's eyes soften.
- Now let's get to sleep: tt's getting past your bedtime. I'll sing to you.
Queen's mature and melodic voice overflows the room with familiar lullaby words, and Eliza feels her spirit lifting up: she calms down, whe sudden urge to join the sweet song makes her sing along. That night two voices of mother and daughter, singing in perfect harmony, could be heard in the castle: the haze puts land to sleep.

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I know technicaly they're in Denmark, so how the frick they sing a scottish song, but it jus felt so fitting.
Little piece I came up with, Eliza (around 8-9 y/o) with mother putting her to sleep. I'm not the best writer but when I want to write something I get things done.

© Hans Christian Andersen, "The Wild Swans"
Art © me

Description
A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhàn
Ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a's faic
Do thìr, dìleas féin
A ghrian a's a ghealach, stiùir sinn
Gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir
Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg
Maighdean uasal bhàn

Little baby, hear my voice

I'm beside you, O maiden fair

Our young Lady, grow and see

Your land, your own faithful land

Sun and moon, guide us

To the hour of our glory and honour

Little baby, our young Lady

Noble maiden fair

Brave OST - Noble Maiden Fair

-----------------
The young night's haze gently descended to the sleepy earth, and the air got saturated with raw smell of receding evening. The grand soiree that the king threw tonight was slowly getting over; it felt much more quiet and serene once guests prepared to leave the party to the lovely peaceful music of royal court artists. And, just like every other evening, mischievous sons of the king have been up to their favourite tricks - how much laugh they had when someone walked under the trees and an obscuredly appearing bucket of paint or water spilt over to unsuspecting guests! It was even more fun when a family member would fall a victim of such prank, as impish trio of Olv, Swend and Justin felt especiallly proud when they managed to trick older brothers, or even careful Eliza. In such moments she would amusingly stomp her feet and angrily shake her fists at them, while covered in unpleasantly liquid red paint. Tonight at this point princess was merrily dancing in circle, feeling such a joy in her young heart, - lantern lights, reminding of fireflies, lively music beat, genuine smiles on guests' scarlet faces, festive atmosphere surrounding was everything she loved and remembered so dearly in her childhood days. Her excitement electified everyone around her - but hthe moment had to be spoilt with her insensitive and immature brothers' foolish tricks. When a bucket full of ice-cold water fell on her from the tree one more time she couldn't hold her indignation back, resentfully reviling her own siblings.
- What a nuisance these boys are! - little Eliza complains as her mother wipes her newly-washed curls with a towel, - princess just had a bath before preparing for bed. - How more annoying their naughty tricks could get!
- They are only playing, kære, - queen Inga lightly chuckles and answers to the pouty daughter. - These are no naughty tricks but their way of having fun.
- They better not have such kind of fun near me! - the princess concludes. - Soon enough they'll succed at driving me away. I'll go away.
- To where? - the queen interestedly asks.
Eliza thinks for a moment.
- I don't know. Somewhere far, far away from them! To the land where there are no brothers; I'll eat berries everyday, sleep in the fields and watch the starry sky, because there wil be no one dragging me along into games or following around.
- We'll see if you find such place, - Inga smiles and thrusts the towel aside, - but you haven't thought of everything, child: you don't realize your brothers would miss you, do you? Imagine how sad they'd become upon knowing that their dear sister left them somewhere far, where they couldn't reach. How'd they react?
Little princess turns her widened eyes to the mother, her eyelashes innocently flaping.
- I... don't know. They should've think of that before pouring water out on me.
- You shouldn't hold grudges to your brothers, Eliza, - mother explains, - because a fair lady like you are should be forgiving. You and your brothers are one family, and things always happen in families, - pesky, mean things. That's what always happens in a group of such diverse, opinionated people! But you shouldn't take their small actions to your heart, for that is not what defines them in serious situations. - the queen stops for a moment to remember something. - Have I told you that story of three frog-brothers?
Eliza shakes her head with an expectant smile, "No".
- Then listen, - the queen speaks, - there were these three young frogs who were brothers to each other; they shared the muggy pond, lived pretty peacefully and did nothing but ate flies all day. Once they were out on the walk down the forest trail and came across a small lean house; now they were curious and agreed to explore it a bit, luckily the owners were seemingly absent. They spent all afternoon raking around the house to find anything interesting what would catch their mind, but found nothing of that sort and prepared to leave the place, when they spotted a neat tall jug, that had milk in it, - freshly poured, with a sweet smell. The brothers felt thirsty after day spending outside and wished to taste the milk, but the jug was so tall and hard to reach that they had to stand on each other's heads to climb up. The youngest brother climbed first but he fell right in the jug and couldn't get out anymore! He waved his slimy hands and cried brothers to help him; the oldest brother heard the steps coming close from the outside and, panicing, run off, leaving others behind. But the middle brother fearlessly leaned over to the younger frog, pulling him out and safely escaping through the window, with his slimy hand in brother's hand. Now that's a tale for you, Eliza: one brother leaving brothers behind shattered trust of the others and proved him a betrayer.
Eliza listened intrestedly to the whole narrative, and now sits against her thin pale-skinned mother with drooping eyes, stooping her small fragile body a little. She reflected upon a story she just heard.
- Always stay in touch with your family, Eliza, for they love you and wish only good. When you're all become older, you'll understand how much you appreciate your ties and love them too. Never leave them behind, child.
Eliza's eyes ligten up and she lovingly gazes upon her mother.
- I won't, mor, - princess takes queen's delicate hands into hers, small and plumpy. - I won't leave them for a faraway land. I love y'all!
She softly kisses Inga's hands, and the queen's eyes soften.
- Now let's get to sleep: tt's getting past your bedtime. I'll sing to you.
Queen's mature and melodic voice overflows the room with familiar lullaby words, and Eliza feels her spirit lifting up: she calms down, whe sudden urge to join the sweet song makes her sing along. That night two voices of mother and daughter, singing in perfect harmony, could be heard in the castle: the haze puts land to sleep.

--------------------
I know technicaly they're in Denmark, so how the frick they sing a scottish song, but it jus felt so fitting.
Little piece I came up with, Eliza (around 8-9 y/o) with mother putting her to sleep. I'm not the best writer but when I want to write something I get things done.

© Hans Christian Andersen, "The Wild Swans"
Art © me