Prompt:"For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest. It may be that I can unlock my jewels, but never again shall I make their like; and if I must break them, I shall break my heart, and I shall be slain; first of all the Eldar in Aman."(B2MeM'13 day 13)
Summary: If Silmarils could think...
Warning: Silmarillion knowledge required.
The first thing we knew were warm, gentle hands. The hands loved us, we could tell, the hands had created us. Later, a voice joined the hands. It told us that it was our Creator.
We love our Creator very much. Our Creator poured light into us and made us into who we are. We can never repay our Creator for this gift.
We wonder where our Creator disappears to. Why is he not always with us? Does he not love us better than anything else in this world? We are sad…but our Creator returns and we are happy once more!
The Creator brought others with him today. They have hands and voices just like the Creator does, but the voices are different and the hands not as warm. But we can still tell that these others are also Creations of our Creator.
We hear these Creations call you Father. Should we call you Father too?
Creator, Father, we want to see the world! Take us with you, wear us in a place where we can see all and be seen by all.
We have decided that we do not like the world much. The world does not have warm, gentle hands.
Father is sad today, sad and angry. He does not let us feel his hands. He keeps muttering something but we cannot tell what. So we shine brighter and hope that maybe we can make Father all better again.
Father, do not lock us in here! We do not like the dark!
We know that you are sad again Father, even though we are not with you. We are in this dark place far away but we still know. They are asking you to break us. Do not listen to them! If you broke us, we would die! We are scared to die!
Where are you, Father, Creator? We do not want this Darkness to take us! We are afraid of the dark! The Darkness has cold and evil hands. We burn them but the Darkness does not let go.
Why have you not saved us from the Darkness? You do not love us…you do not love us anymore…?
Father?
A/N: These little things keep getting stranger and stranger! Sorry for causing any confusion!