White Wizard
By: Shadowwolf of Rivendell
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am not making any type of money from this. I was pondering Valentine's Day and those that are single in this world and I wondered about those singles in Middle Earth who are only seen as villains and never as a being capable of love. Love the one redeeming power of fanfiction and here is one reflection of it by a female OC.
White. It was the first color I can remember. I guess even then my talents were clear or perhaps it was only intuition and I was too young to not ignore it.
White. My first love and first hate; a mind numbing pain and searing cloud of passion. So strange that such a color has been both the bane and joy of men. A true ambiguity, the first and, as I have seen, the last.
White is the color a bride wears on her wedding day and a babe is dressed to first greet the world. Yet white is also the sign of death: the white light. But even then that is also eternal life.
White. So close yet so far apart. I close my eyes and remember. White. My love. My heart. My soul. My teacher. My friend. My confidant. Your greatest gift, my greatest shame, but also my greatest pride.
You only wanted the best, even if it meant giving it all. But out of the ashes, the phoenix will rise and rise it has.
A breeze dances across my face, west to east, awakening me from my musings. Opening my eyes: white. Always the same; always different.
Laughter floats up through my window, and I rise. There in the courtyard below, bathed in the moonlight, glowing white, she dances.
Warm arms surround me and I lean back closing my eyes. Opening them, I gaze at the white robbed arms enveloping me. One I never thought to see again; not after your fall. White.
"And why would I not want her here?" he whispers.
"Because. Because she was the cause of it all. Everything. Yet she survived unscathed, shining with the light of Elbereth herself from the darkness and flame."
"She is the best of both. The light and the darkness united. She is strong."
The breeze returns, swirling and cavorting around me, dancing in my hair. Lingering just long enough to make my heart sing, for I still love him and through it all, he still loved, no loves, me.
"Why?"
He hesitates, then speaks his heart. "She is like her mother: strong, proud. My pride."
At this I turn, stepping back to stare into blue eyes so much like my own. A smile creeps up at the corners of his mouth and I know all is right. My Ada is here and I am his daughter again. Hugging my father tightly I am glad he is now White. White with wisdom to forgive and know that love conquers all. White. My white wizards will always have both my love. For never will the love of a father and daughter be broken, even if her heart's choice should break his own.
I kiss the white wizard, my father, on the cheek good night. I blow a kiss and smile to the wind, all that remains of the white wizard, my love. Bound in light, not even Sauron's darkness will prevail. You will return to me, someday. And I will wait for you. And our daughter will know her father, as he was, and as he is. She will know of our undying, never fading, love.