Greetings friends! So, this was an idea I've had recently (because frankly, I have been obsessing over Lord of the Rings... again), and just wanted to try it out... hope this goes over well... Let me know what you think!
- Delaney :)
PROLOGUE
Following the destruction of the Trees of the Valar, Yavanna's voice and Nienna's tears bid the Two Trees to give one last flower and one last fruit, which would become the Sun and the Moon. It was Arien who would guide the Sun through the day, and Tilion, the moon through its night. For long these two danced, and for long Tilion loved Arien, staying out too late to gaze upon her splendour. For it was in the few hours of dawn that Tilion could linger near the open flame of Arien without coming to damage from her heat. Arien would rise from her slumber; a brilliant light giving way to a multitude of colours as her voice joined the soft, silver glows of Tilion's. It was during this time thatthe Morning Star came to be, and she was called Aurë, and the Eldar named her Tindómiel. For like Tilion, she was built for the night, soft and silver—yet longed to gaze upon the day. So she lingered in the sky as Arien made her entrance and together they would sing and fill the skies with dancing colours of incredible beauty. It brought hope to the hearts of men and joy to the Eldar.
Melkor gazed upon their beauty with desire in his heart and called out to Aurë, for he knew Arien bore him no love. Thrice Aurë denied his summoning, until his heart was darkened and bore ill contempt. Cursing the day and the dawn, Melkor set forth with a mighty arrow and struck down Aurë as she walked before the dawn. Aman itself seemed to shake as the black arrow of malevolent intent pierced through Varda's veil and found its target. Aurë tumbled down from the sky and into Arda. The Morning Star fell and Arda felt her loss.
Melkor stole daughter from mother and cursed them to live apart. For he vowed that as long as his presence should linger in Arda, Aurë would be bound to tread upon Arda and never again into Aman and the sky.
So, Aurë lingers now in Middle-Earth, praying for the evil of Melkor to be gone so she might be reunited with her parents once again.
The pain was unbearable as she fell. There had been a sharp prick in her shoulder, burning with rage and yet as cold as death. Then panic set in as she lost her footing amongst the stars. Then she was falling and grasping for support that was not there. Falling, falling, falling, and then—nothing. She was numb as she lay on the cold, hard ground—her body broken. Dark words seared into her splayed limbs and she was trapped in the cage of her bones. Her tears watered the too-hard ground where she lay. She did not understand.
She lay there for an eternity until she heard mighty trumpets and felt soft tears of healing wash over her and limbs knit themselves back together. Even then, she stayed, cold and confused, until at long last a bright light came upon her—strong, bright, glorious and sad.
"Aurë." His voice brought warmth and strength back into her bones. "Aurë, I have at long last found you!" Tears began to freely fall from her eyes and she sobbed as she began to feel. Everything was cold and hard and intense on her sensitive senses. She felt like she was on fire. "Oh, Aurë." He said emotionally, kneeling by her side, hesitating to touch her. "I am here now, child. It will be alright."
She could not bear to tear her eyes away from the sky she had fallen from. She remained silent, staring, trying to figure out how to move her too-heavy body.
"Eönwë." She said finally, her throat raspy. She knew him, Eönwë the Maia, herald to Manwë. "I-I do not understand."
He hesitated and brought a hand to her cheek—even that felt rough as it scratched against her cheek. "Do you not remember?"
She slowly lifted her hand that felt too heavy and placed it over his own. She remembered falling and heart broke again. "I-I f-f-fell." She trembled. "How did I fall?"
Eönwë hesitated, closing his eyes in distress. "Melkor struck you down from Varda's sky, Aurë, with a black arrow of his own insidious making."
She then recalled the pain of the dark bolt in her shoulder, it sending a dark poison into her veins. She grasped her shoulder and trembled. "W-why? Why would he do that?" Her mind reeled, unable to grasp Melkor's mind.
"You denied him thrice." His thumb ran across her cheek. "As he could not have Arien, he turned to you. Your rejection brought on his anger, and his anger brought on his arrow."
Aurë finally tore her gaze from the sky and met the bright gaze of Eönwë. His eyes spoke of untold sorrows and anger. "I feel so heavy."
Tears streamed freely down Eönwë's cheeks. "Nienna wept for you, child, but she could not cleanse away all of Melkor's filth. He bound you in your bones."
Unbidden now, hysterical tears streamed down her face. She was scared. "My bones?"
Eönwë nodded and brought Aurë into his embrace. "You fell as one of the Eldar, and Melkor cursed you to remain. I swear to you, child, that I shall do everything in my power to banish his evil from Arda, for you shall not be able to return to the sky until this is done. This I have promised your mother, Arien, and this promise I repeat unto you. I will see you reunited."
Aurë met his determined gaze. "I accept your oath." She looked into the sky—a new day dawning—and the sky was a melancholic violet. She mourned for the loss of her home, and hoped. Hoped that she would be rid of Melkor. Hoped that she would be free of her body and once again re-join that stars in Varda's sky. Hoped that one day she would return home.