Ch1:
A beautiful day.
The moutains are dazzling and sharp against the wide blue morning so full of sun. Icicles drip, sweet water to the roots of buttery primroses and into cold cushions of moss. Everything glitters with new blue ice and frost crowns the rocks in the frozen stream that stopped stometime of the night.
"Findunen, with eyes brighter than the peak itself, steps over rocks and passes through the shadows of boulders, gasping and sparkling and stunningly cold. Footseps fall with satisfying cruch, the light seeps through his bones. Then something exhales, and a breeze sweeps down over him, sending whisps of song lieka brief blossom.
What was that? There, again, like birdsong.
Over the edge of the glacier, a flash of snowshine. Slowly, he creeps behind a ledge, and eyes fall on a girl with hair rich as sunlight that billows on the air. She wears a long white petticoat: for a moment, he sees an angel. But as she spins, he sees her smile - not glistening with starlight but innocent and blithe. Her eyes are as blue as shards of sapphire, glinting like raindrops. She is turning and turning until he is dizzy and half-drunk, and then some more before she collapses into the snow, a falling feather.
As their heads recover their levels, she begins to laugh, and rolls over onto her back, tracing patterns in the snow with her pretty long fingers. HE rises, and steps clumsily toward her.
At this, she leaps to her feet, crying,
"Who art thou? Whence come thee? Why art thou watching me?"
Findunen falls to his knees, meaning only to spread his hands to her, and disarm himself.
(notes: The names Findunen and Los-Aulin mean
fin(hair) /du(dark, night) /nen(sea), "hair dark like the night sea"
los(snow) /aur(mornign, day, dawn) /lin(song), "sings in the snow", either in the morning, of the morning, or like it.
Their meeting is similar to the other famous Tolkein couples, Beren & Luthien and Arwen & Aragorn).
A beautiful day.
The moutains are dazzling and sharp against the wide blue morning so full of sun. Icicles drip, sweet water to the roots of buttery primroses and into cold cushions of moss. Everything glitters with new blue ice and frost crowns the rocks in the frozen stream that stopped stometime of the night.
"Findunen, with eyes brighter than the peak itself, steps over rocks and passes through the shadows of boulders, gasping and sparkling and stunningly cold. Footseps fall with satisfying cruch, the light seeps through his bones. Then something exhales, and a breeze sweeps down over him, sending whisps of song lieka brief blossom.
What was that? There, again, like birdsong.
Over the edge of the glacier, a flash of snowshine. Slowly, he creeps behind a ledge, and eyes fall on a girl with hair rich as sunlight that billows on the air. She wears a long white petticoat: for a moment, he sees an angel. But as she spins, he sees her smile - not glistening with starlight but innocent and blithe. Her eyes are as blue as shards of sapphire, glinting like raindrops. She is turning and turning until he is dizzy and half-drunk, and then some more before she collapses into the snow, a falling feather.
As their heads recover their levels, she begins to laugh, and rolls over onto her back, tracing patterns in the snow with her pretty long fingers. HE rises, and steps clumsily toward her.
At this, she leaps to her feet, crying,
"Who art thou? Whence come thee? Why art thou watching me?"
Findunen falls to his knees, meaning only to spread his hands to her, and disarm himself.
(notes: The names Findunen and Los-Aulin mean
fin(hair) /du(dark, night) /nen(sea), "hair dark like the night sea"
los(snow) /aur(mornign, day, dawn) /lin(song), "sings in the snow", either in the morning, of the morning, or like it.
Their meeting is similar to the other famous Tolkein couples, Beren & Luthien and Arwen & Aragorn).