Summary: After the longest winter the spring comes
The Day of the First Dawn - The sky on fire
Seven times Rána passed above us, following various paths. They were mostly from te West to East and back again, but no one could predict if it'd follow this way on the Northern side of the sky or the Southern, or maybe even just above our heads. It did it once and I must confess I am thrilled to find the pattern in Rána's ways. Maybe one day.
But now that is a minor thing, a thing to do later. Now it is not the time for it. Now it is the time of the sky on fire.
That happened a few hours ago, when the Moon was just above the Eastern horizon, our shadows behind us as we were marching - lately there were no cracks in the ice leading to the black water of the sea and more isles of rocks, so we were travelling all together, all groups following their leaders. All groups were so close to each other that we felt as one host again.
It made us feel stronger. It might seem odd, but we felt more unite than even, after all those years of being divided and seeing other groups just in the camps. My children and Arvo's children grew up a lot during those years. They became lords and ladies of the Noldor, able to act in any situation, make choices in matter of seconds, protect and care for their people. I am proud to look at them - their fear are stronger than ever. And our people just like their lords - able to laugh and fight, go through anything, face anything. There is no fear in their hearts and they were loyal to their leaders. I am so proud that I am a part of the Noldorin tribe. I know there is still the Doom, but I don't care, I know we will follow our dreams, no matter what. But maybe I should focus on writing down what happened.
The Moon is a sign of the Valar, we know that. It brought us a new hope. Our journey is coming to an end - we feel that every time we look at the Moon up in the sky. I feel as if waking up from a long, tiring sleep. I know there are many dangers and wonders in the lands of Middle-Earth, but I know we will do our best and follow our dreams. No matter what will happen.
As I said - we were walking through the ice, between hills of snow. It was like following a silver path of moonlight and it was hard not to think how it'd feel to wander on the ray of light into the skies. Would I meet Ilmare there?
Yet suddenly the silver light mixed with golden and I felt a pang of pain in my heart, it was just like the glow of the Two Trees, mixed in those hours of dawn and dusk. Many of my people noticed it too and we turned around to look to the West.
"Ai, Valar, what is it?!" some nis cried behind my back, in awe and confusion.
"The ice burns?" a ner beside me frowned. "Nay... It is..."
It was like an orb of pure golden light, so intense we needed to look away just after a second. At first it was more reddish, but as the orb started to move up slowly the glow became brighter. We were staring in it's direction in silence for a few minutes, watching the skies around it burn with colors - orange and light blue, even lavender.
"It is like Laurelin," Artanis stood beside me. Her silver gloden hair seemed to shine with light of its own. "It is just like the Moon is like Telperion. I think..." she felt silent for a moment. "They decded to share what is left of the light of the Trees with us all."
"It is fair, since the Eastern lands were in darkness," an old ner nodded. It seemed he was one of the first elves, one of those who had no parents. There were a bunch of them among us, desiring to see Middle-Earth again. "Only Varda remembered to share her light with the whole Arda, Yavanna chose to plant her Trees behind Pelori, where they would be safe..."
"Except they weren't," Lalwen spoke. "As our father and king wasn't safe there. He died in so called Undying Land."
I was silent, listening to many talks like this one. Voices were filling the air. The golden orb's light was warm and strong, much brighter than the Moon's. I turned around to shield my eyes from it and gasped.
Those, who heard my gasp, turned to look at what I was looking.
Far, far in the distance Isil was hiding behind tall mountains. Grey and green, covered with forests. A new day came, a new age.
"Noldor!" I cried, so as many as possible could hear me. "The Valar share the ramainings of the Light of the Trees with us! They graced the day of our arrival to Beleriand with the golden light of Laurelin! Forward, my friends, let us wander in the land of our desires in the light of Laurelin!"
And that is exactly what we did - we retutned to march, shielding our eyes from the light reflected on the white surface of the ice with pieces of fabric. Happy voices were ringing around me, again laughing and singing songs of old.
We achived our goal. At last we are in Beleriand. Now we must find a place to live and buind a new home.
I am troubled. Lal says we should find the other host of the Noldor before finding a place to live. She wants to beat Feanaro senseless and I must confess I want that too. Yet we are tired and we need to rest first. Maybe we will find a place to create a camp from which we will start to send scouts to find a good, empty land. I am a bit afraid to meet the other Noldor right now. My people are full of desire to follow Lal's exaple and find their friends and relatives among Feanaro's host to show them how displeased they are with them. I don't want them to fight, but I understand them entirely. We lost so much because of Feanaro's selfish act! So many lives, so much time! Yet I feel it is not the time to fight within our ranks, we have a common enemy to face and an unknown land to explore.
Anar and Isil are the signs of the love of the Valar. The Doomsman laid the Doom on us, but they didn't turn their backs at us entirely. We will show them we were right and remain faithful. We will show them we are not stubborn children, but independent adults, who can and want take care of our own.
