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CRISTAL HEART
After a long time, he couldn't avoid to felt a lump in his throat. He, judge of entire world, who predicted everything in silence. The bearer of good and bad news. Maker of Arda's fate.
In his throne, Námo listened the melancholy song of Lúthien, whose beauty was compared with her abundant tears. Thingol's beautiful daughter begged him to bring back her beloved Beren: it was an impossible decision and he knew it.
His gaze was going through heaven and sea, no matter the distance. He was aware of the pain that world suffered from ancient times... and recently, the brave mortal warrior had arrived to his Halls, after his great feat with the rescue of the Silmaril. One of the three prized jewels of Valinor, the causing of innumerable misfortunes.
A shiver came over his body. How ironic work, to feel himself able of predicting the future and do nothing for change it! He meditated many times about it, althought he stayed on the sidelines... because it was Ilúvatar's will and he obeyed it. What would happened if he'd intervene since beginning? Everything would have been different, he wouldn't have that young woman kneeling at his feet, consumed by the painful loss of whom she loved.
A sudden twinge did that Námo remembered to his wife Vairë: the woman that was accompanied him in his tireless service, without complaints and great diligence. Did he imagine live without her? Did he conceive of losing his siblings and his blessed land? Did he have enough courage to contemplate the downfall of the Firstborn and Secondborn? At a moment, he understood it. Maybe the gods were not quite perfect... and amidst of his infinite grace, Ilúvatar had granted him a gift: to struggle with his uncertainly and experiment how it felt be they, like elves or men. For despite their lineages, both shared the anguish of falling in darkness.
Maybe he wasn't so different to their. He could be strong like steel, awake his inner fire... and suffer the breaking of his heart, comparable with a fine cristal.
Was there any remedy for it? And if it wasn't time of die to both? Before wouldn't have thought it, because he was mandated to make enforce the natural order of things. However, a great inspiration rejoiced him to the point of tears: in his infinite mercy, Ilúvatar had permissed him to decide, through his mental conexion with Manwë, Lord of Valinor.
But how? He was always stout with his judgment and was afraid to broke his own rules. Without knowing why, his gift of prophecy awakened and a new hope sparkled for him. That was a signal that couple wouldn't miss on the road, if they returning to life. Beren and Lúthien would offer a promising future to their descendants and therefore Arda.
Námo forgeted his rational side and let guided himself by his intuition. Lúthien had finished her song and looked at him expectantly, waiting for one hard or encouraging answer.
"It doesn't in my hands to change the destiny of Men, as Ilúvatar disposed it that way from beginning of time. And you have the choice of living in the Blessed Realm, where you can recovering from your fatigue and pain; but this would implies that Beren not follow you, because the Secondborn are prohibited to treading these lands."
Lúthien put a hand to her chest. The idea of a final separation imprisoned her heart and grieved: she knew about the radical judgment of Valar. Nevertheless, Námo kept talking to her surprise.
"But you have an other alternative, Lúthien Tinúviel. And considering the mercy of Ilúvatar, who observes everything and ensures the well-being of their children, you can choose a second life with him, but separated from your family. You would return to the world as a mortal, like Beren, without any guarantee of peace. Because Arda will have to go through many ages to get away of darkness, and it will be up to you to survive it... until Death, gift of Men, claims you again and your union becoming a nostalgic memory."
"Together with Beren and long way from my family?"
"It's all that Ilúvatar offers you. The choice is yours."
The silence invaded the Halls for eternal seconds, while Námo awaited her answer. Lúthien remained motionless. In all her long life, she never thought to confront so uncertain paths... but there she was, trying to solve her dilemma in front of the judge of Valinor. Did she preferred a lot of ages at rest and loneliness, or an intense and short life with the man she loved?
Tinúviel's eyes sparkled: she didn't have to doubt. If sacrifice for love was her destiny, even leaving her parents and Doriath, then she wil did. Námo's mercy deserved it.
"I choose to Beren." Lúthien concluded, recovering her joyful spirit.
Námo was quick to approve her decision. Soon, Beren and Lúthien began their return to Arda, taking advantage of the fleeting happiness that their second life offered them. What would be about their future? He already knew it. Would they always be safe? Obviously not. Would their descendants become like they? Maybe.
Did he feel calm?
Námo took a deep breath and look at the East, through one of the windows of his Halls. His heart had the answer. He had done right.
With the love of Beren and Lúthien, Arda had hope.
Notes:
One of the episodes in The Silmarillion that produced me joy and sorrow at a time, was Beren and Lúthien's relationship: the central issue in this fic, as symbol of their facing against evil and their sacrifice for love they felt. However, I wanted to deepen in Námo, one of my favourite Valar in the book. Really Lúthien have been enough power to convince him? I don't think so entirely. Maybe Námo had very strong reasons for help her, added to her suffering... and I tried to tell it here.
This is my first translation in Tolkien's fandom... and I so nervious XD! But above all, I wish you to like this story. Thanks for reading and reviews, see you later!