Sorry for the delay. That is, if anyone besides Naheka is reading this
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C'mon, tell me what you think!
Anyway, I don't own The Simarillion or LOTR. But I do own Hini. And a cute little Orc action figure my Grandma bought me from Toys R Us. Eru bless the old lady.
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It was a time of festival in Valinor. The harvest time was about, the fruits of Yavanna had been gathered and used. All were gathered in Tanequetil. Valar, Maia and Elves had come to meet together, to sing and dance.
Hini gazed about, wide eyed with astonishment. Not since the days before the Two Trees had he seen such a happy gathering, of so many people! The Vanyar elves in their gold and white raiment, the Noldor bedecked in decorative armor and jewelry, the Teleri in their soft sea gray robes. Hini had never seen so many Elves at the same time, he was filled with wonderment at them.
Maia, both of high and low rank, loomed tall above the Quendi, the fair forms they had taken for this celebration glowing with the light of Aman. Even Hini himself was dressed smartly, his own full glow shining though.
As the fair folk of Aman milled about Tanequetil, talking and eating, Hini participated in a dance.
The Maia's feet stamped and arms twirled as he whirled about the dancing circle with many others. The music was quick, its melodies intertwining on each other.
If Hini could have spared a breath, he would have laughed from the joy of it.
As the dance came to a sharp halt, Hini lowered his arms and trotted off to one side, too exhausted for the moment to continue. Giggling hoarsely, he attempted to squeeze through the crowd that surrounded the dancing circle. However, upon breaking free, Hini stumbled and fell back against a lesser god, making him spill the wine glass he held in his hand.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Hini exclaimed, noticing the purple stain spreading across the dark gray fabric of the male Maia's tunic.
"That's quite alright, Master Child, I'm quite partial to forgiving friends!" The Maia said, glancing up at Hini with his soft blue eyes, a wry smile on his face.
"Olorin!" Hini exclaimed. "I would not think to see you here!"
"Not think to see me *here*?" Olorin responded, raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "You clumsy fool! Are you insinuating that I'm not the type to relax and have fun?"
"Oh, of course not!" Hini said. "It's just that I didn't know where you were. I have not seen you since threescore years before the Eldar came, and I heard that of late you dwelt not in Lorien."
Suddenly, Hini smiled slyly.
"Why, I would *never* think of you as the type that's too serious to celebrate! Not after that time when you got so tipsy during Orome's wedding feast that you spun around the dancing circle until you regurgitated you supper and falling on top of Melian, passed out like a light!"
Hini could not help himself, as his friends face turned bright red he began to laugh so hard that he needed to lean against a nearby tree for support.
"Curb your tongue, Master Child!" Olorin said, wagging a finger at the young Maia. "What's done is done, and I'd rather if you did not remind me of such occurrences! Besides, as I recall it was *you* who talked me into drinking so much!"
"I will not mention it any longer." Hini said, still giggling a little at the memory. "But tell me. If you were not in Lorien, Where have you been thus?"
Olorin sighed softly.
"As of late, I have dwelt in the House of Nienna."
"Nienna?" Hini said, frowning a little. "Thou has dwelt in such sorrow and still bear a look of happiness upon thy face? I would think that hard, for the Sister of the Feanturi is one who mourns much and laughs little. I could not stand to weep and moan so much, without laughter or light."
Olorin chuckled, patting Hini on the shoulder.
"Those who dwell with Nienna do not always cry Hini, for there is more to learn there than simply weeping. I have learned to pity those in sorrow, and to have patience with those who sadden or anger me."
Olorin suddenly developed a look of good-natured agitation on his face.
"As I now have patience with you, thee who hast ruined my good tunic and brought up embarrassing memories within the same hour!"
Hini was frightened for a moment, but relaxed when he realized that Olorin was only joking. Happily, he tugged at his friend's sleeve, and pulled him towards the refreshment table.
"I will get thee a new cup of wine, as well as one for myself. T'would be proper to toast to this festival, such a happy one it is! Does not everything seem wonderful?"
"On the outside, it would seem so." Olorin said. "Yet I warrant that Melkor's lies still fester in the hearts of the Eldar. For though the Lord of the Noldor had doubly made peace with his brother Feanor, there is still a lingering sense of trouble. And Finwe has not come thus to the celebration."
"This I did not know," Hini said, frowning a little. "For why ever should there be unrest between Elves and Elves? They seem to me wonderful and perfect. With the kind lands of Aman to dwell in, why should there be strife set in their hearts?"
Olorin shook his head in wonderment.
"Sometimes I envy you, Hini," He said softly. "For thou dost not understand the troubles that still linger in Valinor, and therefore thy heart is light and thine mind is not burdened. Happy is your lot."
Hini was about to respond, when quite abruptly, everything went dark. It was as though a giant cloth had wiped the sky clean of silver light. Below the hill of Tanequetil, a dark mist rolled in like a foaming sea, surrounding the mountain until it was an island. Hini groped blindly as people around him began to scream in fear. He reached out and grabbed Olorin, whom he could barely see but could definitely feel.
"It's Melkor!" A loud voice yelled, probably Lord Tulkas.
This information only increased the screams, and Hini was so frightened he began to join in, shrieking at the top of his lungs, screaming and begging the light to come back.
He heard a rush of feet as both Maia and Eldar raced down the hill, running for weapons and horses, to see if they could do anything to stop Melkor.
Sitting on his throne and peering into the gloom, King Manwe sighed.
"It is to late." He murmured, a single tear running down his cheek.
~~~
*Then the pursuit was begun; and the earth shook beneath the horses of the host of Orome, and the fire that was stricken from the hooves of Nahar was the first light returned to Valinor. But soon as any came up with the Cloud of Ungoliant the riders of the Valar were blinded and scattered, and went they knew not whither; and the sound of the Valaroma faltered and failed. And Tulkas was as one caught in a black net at night, and he stood powerless and beat the air in vain. But when the darkness had passed, it was too late: Melkor had gone whither he would and his vengeance was achieved.*
--The Simarillion, Pg. 82
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R&R.
C'mon, tell me what you think!
Anyway, I don't own The Simarillion or LOTR. But I do own Hini. And a cute little Orc action figure my Grandma bought me from Toys R Us. Eru bless the old lady.
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It was a time of festival in Valinor. The harvest time was about, the fruits of Yavanna had been gathered and used. All were gathered in Tanequetil. Valar, Maia and Elves had come to meet together, to sing and dance.
Hini gazed about, wide eyed with astonishment. Not since the days before the Two Trees had he seen such a happy gathering, of so many people! The Vanyar elves in their gold and white raiment, the Noldor bedecked in decorative armor and jewelry, the Teleri in their soft sea gray robes. Hini had never seen so many Elves at the same time, he was filled with wonderment at them.
Maia, both of high and low rank, loomed tall above the Quendi, the fair forms they had taken for this celebration glowing with the light of Aman. Even Hini himself was dressed smartly, his own full glow shining though.
As the fair folk of Aman milled about Tanequetil, talking and eating, Hini participated in a dance.
The Maia's feet stamped and arms twirled as he whirled about the dancing circle with many others. The music was quick, its melodies intertwining on each other.
If Hini could have spared a breath, he would have laughed from the joy of it.
As the dance came to a sharp halt, Hini lowered his arms and trotted off to one side, too exhausted for the moment to continue. Giggling hoarsely, he attempted to squeeze through the crowd that surrounded the dancing circle. However, upon breaking free, Hini stumbled and fell back against a lesser god, making him spill the wine glass he held in his hand.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Hini exclaimed, noticing the purple stain spreading across the dark gray fabric of the male Maia's tunic.
"That's quite alright, Master Child, I'm quite partial to forgiving friends!" The Maia said, glancing up at Hini with his soft blue eyes, a wry smile on his face.
"Olorin!" Hini exclaimed. "I would not think to see you here!"
"Not think to see me *here*?" Olorin responded, raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "You clumsy fool! Are you insinuating that I'm not the type to relax and have fun?"
"Oh, of course not!" Hini said. "It's just that I didn't know where you were. I have not seen you since threescore years before the Eldar came, and I heard that of late you dwelt not in Lorien."
Suddenly, Hini smiled slyly.
"Why, I would *never* think of you as the type that's too serious to celebrate! Not after that time when you got so tipsy during Orome's wedding feast that you spun around the dancing circle until you regurgitated you supper and falling on top of Melian, passed out like a light!"
Hini could not help himself, as his friends face turned bright red he began to laugh so hard that he needed to lean against a nearby tree for support.
"Curb your tongue, Master Child!" Olorin said, wagging a finger at the young Maia. "What's done is done, and I'd rather if you did not remind me of such occurrences! Besides, as I recall it was *you* who talked me into drinking so much!"
"I will not mention it any longer." Hini said, still giggling a little at the memory. "But tell me. If you were not in Lorien, Where have you been thus?"
Olorin sighed softly.
"As of late, I have dwelt in the House of Nienna."
"Nienna?" Hini said, frowning a little. "Thou has dwelt in such sorrow and still bear a look of happiness upon thy face? I would think that hard, for the Sister of the Feanturi is one who mourns much and laughs little. I could not stand to weep and moan so much, without laughter or light."
Olorin chuckled, patting Hini on the shoulder.
"Those who dwell with Nienna do not always cry Hini, for there is more to learn there than simply weeping. I have learned to pity those in sorrow, and to have patience with those who sadden or anger me."
Olorin suddenly developed a look of good-natured agitation on his face.
"As I now have patience with you, thee who hast ruined my good tunic and brought up embarrassing memories within the same hour!"
Hini was frightened for a moment, but relaxed when he realized that Olorin was only joking. Happily, he tugged at his friend's sleeve, and pulled him towards the refreshment table.
"I will get thee a new cup of wine, as well as one for myself. T'would be proper to toast to this festival, such a happy one it is! Does not everything seem wonderful?"
"On the outside, it would seem so." Olorin said. "Yet I warrant that Melkor's lies still fester in the hearts of the Eldar. For though the Lord of the Noldor had doubly made peace with his brother Feanor, there is still a lingering sense of trouble. And Finwe has not come thus to the celebration."
"This I did not know," Hini said, frowning a little. "For why ever should there be unrest between Elves and Elves? They seem to me wonderful and perfect. With the kind lands of Aman to dwell in, why should there be strife set in their hearts?"
Olorin shook his head in wonderment.
"Sometimes I envy you, Hini," He said softly. "For thou dost not understand the troubles that still linger in Valinor, and therefore thy heart is light and thine mind is not burdened. Happy is your lot."
Hini was about to respond, when quite abruptly, everything went dark. It was as though a giant cloth had wiped the sky clean of silver light. Below the hill of Tanequetil, a dark mist rolled in like a foaming sea, surrounding the mountain until it was an island. Hini groped blindly as people around him began to scream in fear. He reached out and grabbed Olorin, whom he could barely see but could definitely feel.
"It's Melkor!" A loud voice yelled, probably Lord Tulkas.
This information only increased the screams, and Hini was so frightened he began to join in, shrieking at the top of his lungs, screaming and begging the light to come back.
He heard a rush of feet as both Maia and Eldar raced down the hill, running for weapons and horses, to see if they could do anything to stop Melkor.
Sitting on his throne and peering into the gloom, King Manwe sighed.
"It is to late." He murmured, a single tear running down his cheek.
~~~
*Then the pursuit was begun; and the earth shook beneath the horses of the host of Orome, and the fire that was stricken from the hooves of Nahar was the first light returned to Valinor. But soon as any came up with the Cloud of Ungoliant the riders of the Valar were blinded and scattered, and went they knew not whither; and the sound of the Valaroma faltered and failed. And Tulkas was as one caught in a black net at night, and he stood powerless and beat the air in vain. But when the darkness had passed, it was too late: Melkor had gone whither he would and his vengeance was achieved.*
--The Simarillion, Pg. 82
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