I lár na gcnoc, i dtighín cluthar i Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin, bhí Ronan, Maeve agus Declan ag baint taitnimh as deireadh seachtaine fada i ndiaidh na Cásca.

In the middle of the hills, in a cozy little house in the Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin (Wicklow Mountains), Ronan, Maeve, and Declan were enjoying a long weekend after Easter.

Bhí an t-earrach i mbarr a réime, bláthanna ag fás agus éin ag canadh a ndíséad d'os cionn an ghlainne deataigh.

Spring was at its peak, flowers blooming, and birds singing their duet above the smoke glass.

Bhí teas an tinteáin le haithint, a las solas geal ar bhallaí adhmaid na cábáin.

The warmth of the fireplace could be felt, casting a bright light on the wooden walls of the cabin.

Trí na fuinneoga móra, bhí radharc breá ar chnoic ghlasa ag feiceál.

Through the large windows, there was a lovely view of the green hills.

Bhí Ronan in aice na fuinneoige, peann ina lámh.

Ronan was by the window, pen in hand.

Scríbhneoir introspective ba ea é, ag iarraidh a chéad úrscéal a chríochnú.

He was an introspective writer, trying to finish his first novel.

Bhíodh sé ag streachailt le féin-amhras agus an spriocdháta ag druidim níos gaire gach lá.

He struggled with self-doubt as the deadline drew nearer each day.

Bhí casadh sa scéal fós gan teacht chuige, agus ní raibh ideaí nua aige le fada.

A twist in the story had yet to come to him, and he hadn't had any new ideas for a long while.

"Tar linn, a Ronan," arsa Maeve, "táimid ag beartú tine champála a lasadh amuigh.

"Come on, Ronan," said Maeve, "we're planning to light a campfire outside.

Tabharfaidh sé faoiseamh duit!

It will give you some relief!"

" Ach bhí a chuid féin-amhaidh ag cloí go docht leis an gcairtéis.

But his self-doubt clung tightly to him.

Theastaigh uaidh fanacht ina aonar, gan cur isteach óna chairde.

He wanted to stay alone, undisturbed by his friends.

Ach sa deireadh, shocraigh sé dul amach.

But in the end, he decided to go out.

D'fhéadfadh glór ciúin na hoíche smaointe nua a thabhairt leis.

The quiet sounds of the night might bring new thoughts to him.

Shuigh siad timpeall na tinte, na lasracha ag damhsa i ndorchadas an choillte.

They sat around the fire, the flames dancing in the darkness of the woods.

Thosaigh Declan ag insint scéalta aisteacha ó laethanta a óige, scéalta a rinne gach duine ag gáire os ard.

Declan began telling strange stories from his childhood, stories that made everyone laugh out loud.

Go déanach san oíche, d’fhan Ronan agus Maeve taobh le taobh, an tine imithe faoi bhrú, réaltaí ag spréitear ar lasair i spéir glan.

Late into the night, Ronan and Maeve stayed side by side, the fire dwindling, stars scattered like flames in the clear sky.

Thosaigh Maeve ag caint faoi chonspóidí agus misneach, faoi nár cheart duine ar bith a bheith acmhainneach.

Maeve began to talk about challenges and courage, about how no one should be underestimated.

Agus mar a bhíodh sí ag caint, thosaigh smaointe nua ag druidim le Ronan.

And as she spoke, new ideas began to come to Ronan.

An scéal a chur in iúl, ní raibh sé faoi tháisc nó faoi shampla ach faoi dhaoine agus a gcuid streachailt.

The story he wanted to tell wasn't about events or examples but about people and their struggles.

Le faicsin nua, dhúisigh Ronan an mhaidin dár gcionn le fuinneamh nua.

With this new insight, Ronan woke the next morning with renewed energy.

Scríobh sé go tapa, focail ag teacht leis na huaireanta.

He wrote quickly, the words flowing with the hours.

Faoin am a d’éirigh an ghrian go hard, bhí an caibidil deireanach críochnaithe aige, agus socair suaimhneach ina chroí.

By the time the sun had risen high, he had finished the final chapter, with a calm contentment in his heart.

Lean sé ar aghaidh leis lena chairde, ag dul i dtaithí ar an eolas gurb ionann obair agus saol agus gur cheart go mbeadh meas ar an dá rud.

He continued on with his friends, realizing that work and life are intertwined and that both should be respected.

I dteachín an-tóir na sléibhte, bhain Ronan amach an mishneach a bhí air a scéal a insint agus a shaol a chothú.

In that sought-after mountain home, Ronan found the courage to tell his story and nurture his life.