(A/N: The year is now IV 118, 2 years before Legolas and Gimli crossed the
Sea)
Lenalaith woke to a blinding light, and then everything became normal again. She looked around and saw one of the Valier there; Vána the Ever- young.
"Welcome back, Lenalaith," Vána said looking down at Lenalaith. Suddenly everything came back to her- not just memories of her human life, but her past lives, also.
She lay silent for a moment, taking in the fresh air and ever so slight scent of anemones. "Mother," she whispered in a tone not quite angry, nor sad, but a tone much like one who was trying to recover from a lost one.
"Where am I?" she said, blinking slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the light. Vána sighed in a disapproving manner.
"My. how quickly we forget. You are in Valinor, in the city of Valmar, home of Vána. Welcome back, my daughter," she said, adding the last part as an afterthought, in a quick motherly manner. Lenalaith closed her eyes, taking everything in.
"You haven't forgotten your geography- have you?" Vána said in an almost threatening voice.
She sighed, opening her eyes, "No. Valmar, the city of the Valar. I just."
Vána smiled softly and sat next to her daughter on the soft, fluffy bed, "Yes. I understand. You have been through a lot. Now do you know what it is like to be a human?"
Lenalaith nodded, closing her eyes and letting the Sun warm her eyelids as Vána continued, "How was it?"
Lenalaith thought for a moment, "It was. something different," she fell quiet for another moment, "Although I have learned much." Lenalaith looked at her mother, taking in every detail. Vána was beautiful; with a fair face with perfect features, bright blue-green eyes like the sea, lips red as eglantine, and hair as golden as the Golden Tree of Valinor, Laurelin. Lenalaith looked at Vána's beautiful dress, white as a swan, and flowing like a great waterfall. Vána studied her daughter for quite some time before noticing the necklace that lay across Lenalaith's neck.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" she gently picked up the elanor charm, which lay in the center of Lenalaith's neck, with just two of her long slender fingers.
In a flash, Lenalaith pulled the necklace away, "It was a gift."
Vána's eyes flashed with the fire of a dragon for a second, and then quickly returned to the calm color of the ocean, "It is of elves."
"Yes," Lenalaith replied, still clutching the charm, but gently, as if afraid to break it.
Vána sighed disapprovingly, "Lenalaith. I don't want you going off with those Elves- of any sort."
A rebellious look shone in Lenalaith's eyes, "And why not? I am half elf."
Vána snorted discretely, "My, my. Have you learned nothing? You are also half Vala. Have you forgotten? You have a duty to carry on."
Lenalaith's eyes lit with anger, "And what is that mother?"
Vána fell silent for a moment, "I just don't want you making the same mistake I did."
"Was I a mistake?" Lenalaith shouted back, now sitting up. Vána fell silent.
"Mother..."
"Lenalaith!"
"Mother! I am. well I'm old enough to take care of myself," she said softly, looking her mother in the eye.
"And I am older than this world! I think I would know what is best for you."
"Mother!" she shouted, trying not to cry.
"You're only a few thousand years old- only two or three! You're still a child!"
"Mother, when will you realize that I have grown up?" Vána fell silent once again.
"Lenalaith. this world is a dangerous place."
Lenalaith sighed, "Well. although you are not an Aratar, aren't you a Vala? Don't you know of the destiny of the Arda?" (A/N: sorry, meant to say Aratar, not Ainur, thanks for catching that)
"Not quite," she sighed. They sat in the silence for a while. Lenalaith sighed, sounding exactly like her mother's. She took in the scenery, the beautiful white gazebo, with pillars covered in intertwining golden vines with elanor flowers on it. She looked past, and saw the never ending green hills of Valmar. She looked up and saw domed ceiling with an elanor shaped hole to let the sun in. She sighed again.
Lenalaith woke to a blinding light, and then everything became normal again. She looked around and saw one of the Valier there; Vána the Ever- young.
"Welcome back, Lenalaith," Vána said looking down at Lenalaith. Suddenly everything came back to her- not just memories of her human life, but her past lives, also.
She lay silent for a moment, taking in the fresh air and ever so slight scent of anemones. "Mother," she whispered in a tone not quite angry, nor sad, but a tone much like one who was trying to recover from a lost one.
"Where am I?" she said, blinking slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the light. Vána sighed in a disapproving manner.
"My. how quickly we forget. You are in Valinor, in the city of Valmar, home of Vána. Welcome back, my daughter," she said, adding the last part as an afterthought, in a quick motherly manner. Lenalaith closed her eyes, taking everything in.
"You haven't forgotten your geography- have you?" Vána said in an almost threatening voice.
She sighed, opening her eyes, "No. Valmar, the city of the Valar. I just."
Vána smiled softly and sat next to her daughter on the soft, fluffy bed, "Yes. I understand. You have been through a lot. Now do you know what it is like to be a human?"
Lenalaith nodded, closing her eyes and letting the Sun warm her eyelids as Vána continued, "How was it?"
Lenalaith thought for a moment, "It was. something different," she fell quiet for another moment, "Although I have learned much." Lenalaith looked at her mother, taking in every detail. Vána was beautiful; with a fair face with perfect features, bright blue-green eyes like the sea, lips red as eglantine, and hair as golden as the Golden Tree of Valinor, Laurelin. Lenalaith looked at Vána's beautiful dress, white as a swan, and flowing like a great waterfall. Vána studied her daughter for quite some time before noticing the necklace that lay across Lenalaith's neck.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" she gently picked up the elanor charm, which lay in the center of Lenalaith's neck, with just two of her long slender fingers.
In a flash, Lenalaith pulled the necklace away, "It was a gift."
Vána's eyes flashed with the fire of a dragon for a second, and then quickly returned to the calm color of the ocean, "It is of elves."
"Yes," Lenalaith replied, still clutching the charm, but gently, as if afraid to break it.
Vána sighed disapprovingly, "Lenalaith. I don't want you going off with those Elves- of any sort."
A rebellious look shone in Lenalaith's eyes, "And why not? I am half elf."
Vána snorted discretely, "My, my. Have you learned nothing? You are also half Vala. Have you forgotten? You have a duty to carry on."
Lenalaith's eyes lit with anger, "And what is that mother?"
Vána fell silent for a moment, "I just don't want you making the same mistake I did."
"Was I a mistake?" Lenalaith shouted back, now sitting up. Vána fell silent.
"Mother..."
"Lenalaith!"
"Mother! I am. well I'm old enough to take care of myself," she said softly, looking her mother in the eye.
"And I am older than this world! I think I would know what is best for you."
"Mother!" she shouted, trying not to cry.
"You're only a few thousand years old- only two or three! You're still a child!"
"Mother, when will you realize that I have grown up?" Vána fell silent once again.
"Lenalaith. this world is a dangerous place."
Lenalaith sighed, "Well. although you are not an Aratar, aren't you a Vala? Don't you know of the destiny of the Arda?" (A/N: sorry, meant to say Aratar, not Ainur, thanks for catching that)
"Not quite," she sighed. They sat in the silence for a while. Lenalaith sighed, sounding exactly like her mother's. She took in the scenery, the beautiful white gazebo, with pillars covered in intertwining golden vines with elanor flowers on it. She looked past, and saw the never ending green hills of Valmar. She looked up and saw domed ceiling with an elanor shaped hole to let the sun in. She sighed again.