Hi Everyone, I'm currently trying to work through some writer's block with my LOTR story Miracle, so I decided to write one for the Silmarillion. I hope you all enjoy!
The pathway to her house wasn't as worn as the path to Valimar or to the dwellings of the other Valar. But that fact hardly bothered Olórin, and he loved walking her path. The red-brown dirt was a great contrast to the jade green fields that surrounded the one-story cottage. Simbelmynë, a small, white, and seemingly unremarkable flower, was abundant. Blue lavender forget-me-nots (a gift from Yavanna) could also be found in those fields, though closer to the house. Overall, it was a welcoming sight. The supposed paradox between the lady's surroundings and her often sorrow filled countenance had, naturally, confused the Maia at first. However, over time, he came to understand that though she was often sad, that was not what she wished for those around her.
"Part of pity," she once told him, "is learning to lift people up. To help them feel loved and comforted. People think pity is a bad thing Olórin. But don't let that be your mistake. Let pity move you to help others, even in small ways."
That was the first of many lessons he learned from the lady of mercy.