A/N: Thank you Just a Fanboy! You've inspired me to keep writing this story. Many thanks. :)
The Sundering
When I awoke I felt as fresh and new as the day when I wakened at Cuivienen. Upon a chair in the north east corner of the room was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. It was of satin the color of the dark blue sky at Cuivienen and upon it were the pictures that the stars made in the sky. The Sickle, the Eagle, the Swordsman, and my favorite, the Butterfly were all upon the gown. A sash of light blue wound about the waist. My own clothes at once seemed very plain and ordinary. All I was wore a simple white tunic with a belt of plant fibers. It was all that my people had to work with.
"Once they come here, they will learn how to make garments as beautiful as you," I said to the dress.
I quickly took off my old clothes and put on the new dress and sash. It fit perfectly and made me feel like a queen. In fact I realized that I felt very different. I looked into the shining silver reflector that hung upon the wall and studied the image that I saw. I knew what I looked like already, yet as I stared at myself I felt that there was something different. My face was the same; my obsidian hair hadn't changed at all, yet something was different. Then I realized it. Light! I was surrounded by light that not only came from without, but also from within. Oh, how my heart danced!
"I cannot wait for my people to come. They will love this light and be as joyful as I to become one with it!"
"That is one reason the Valar wish for your people to come."
I caught myself and noticed Ilmare standing there. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment took hold of me. I unnecessarily smoothed my dress before speaking again.
"I would like to know who has given me this dress. I would very much like to thank them."
Ilmare smiled seeing how I was trying to change the subject she went along. "Then your welcome. It is one of my dresses and I thought that it would look well on you and it does. Come now Orome has returned from Cuivienen and is speaking to the Valar."
We went swiftly then to the Ring of Doom, but did not enter through the main entrance. Instead we went around the outside till we were near Varda's throne. Ilmare entered and beckoned for me to follow. There were other Maiar sitting between Manwe and Varda's thrones. Ilmare motioned for me to sit towards the front, but she went and sat in a small chair next to another Maiar who was alike to Manwe. Orome had already begun speaking when we had entered.
"Many of the kindred of Ingwe, Finwe, and Elwe have been moved by their words of Aman. They wish to see all that they have been told of and now they believe it because their kindred have seen it. When I departed from them many were preparing to leave and Ingwe's people had already set out, he is most eager to this land again and is kin are of like mind. Yet there are those who have no desire to come and seek the gifts we have offered them. They only wish to live in the starlight and the open spaces of Cuivienen. They believe that since the thing they feared is gone that Middle-Earth is forever safe for them to wander and rule as their own."
The news that many of our people would be coming was delightful to me, especially since Ingwe was coming the most swiftly. But the news that some of my people would not come was grievous to me. I wanted them all to come to Aman. To come and learn what the Valar could teach them, to live in safety, to become great.
"The news you bring Orome is both heartening and mournful, but we cannot force the Eldar to come to Aman. Our summons is not to be imposed upon them and those who choose not to come will not be forced to," Manwe answered.
Manwe's words were wise yet I wished that he would take more action to persuade those who would not come to come.
"Go now," Manwe continued, "And lead the Eldar who wish to come to Aman."
With that Orome left the Ring. Manwe then turned and looked down upon me.
"And what do you think Laurelothwen? What does the news of Orome mean to you?" he questioned.
"I am glad that many of my people wish to come and live in this extraordinary land, but I pity those who do not wish to come and I hope that perhaps one day they will," I answered.
"Let us hope that your perhaps comes true. Now daughter, there is another question I have for you. Have you decided whom you would like to learn from first while you await your people?"
I suspected that Varda had told him of my desire to learn and that is why his question was not what I wished to do, but whom I wished to learn from. I did not answer immediately. The choice was not forever of course, yet it was important. All the Valar had many things that they could teach me and each lesson would be invaluable.
"I can learn much from all the Valar, but as for now I would most desire to learn what Varda can teach me," I finally answered.
"Very well Laurelothwen. You will begin to learn immediately," Manwe stated and with that the other Valar save Varda and Manwe departed from the Ring.
"I am glad that you wish to learn from me first Laurelothwen, I am excited to teach you all that I can," Varda said. She had once again reduced her stature so that I could look her in the eye.
"As am I my Lady. As am I," was all I could say. So began my schooling of the world from the Valar.
TBC
A/N: sorry if that was a bit weak, I had a bit of writers block with chapter.
The Sundering
When I awoke I felt as fresh and new as the day when I wakened at Cuivienen. Upon a chair in the north east corner of the room was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. It was of satin the color of the dark blue sky at Cuivienen and upon it were the pictures that the stars made in the sky. The Sickle, the Eagle, the Swordsman, and my favorite, the Butterfly were all upon the gown. A sash of light blue wound about the waist. My own clothes at once seemed very plain and ordinary. All I was wore a simple white tunic with a belt of plant fibers. It was all that my people had to work with.
"Once they come here, they will learn how to make garments as beautiful as you," I said to the dress.
I quickly took off my old clothes and put on the new dress and sash. It fit perfectly and made me feel like a queen. In fact I realized that I felt very different. I looked into the shining silver reflector that hung upon the wall and studied the image that I saw. I knew what I looked like already, yet as I stared at myself I felt that there was something different. My face was the same; my obsidian hair hadn't changed at all, yet something was different. Then I realized it. Light! I was surrounded by light that not only came from without, but also from within. Oh, how my heart danced!
"I cannot wait for my people to come. They will love this light and be as joyful as I to become one with it!"
"That is one reason the Valar wish for your people to come."
I caught myself and noticed Ilmare standing there. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment took hold of me. I unnecessarily smoothed my dress before speaking again.
"I would like to know who has given me this dress. I would very much like to thank them."
Ilmare smiled seeing how I was trying to change the subject she went along. "Then your welcome. It is one of my dresses and I thought that it would look well on you and it does. Come now Orome has returned from Cuivienen and is speaking to the Valar."
We went swiftly then to the Ring of Doom, but did not enter through the main entrance. Instead we went around the outside till we were near Varda's throne. Ilmare entered and beckoned for me to follow. There were other Maiar sitting between Manwe and Varda's thrones. Ilmare motioned for me to sit towards the front, but she went and sat in a small chair next to another Maiar who was alike to Manwe. Orome had already begun speaking when we had entered.
"Many of the kindred of Ingwe, Finwe, and Elwe have been moved by their words of Aman. They wish to see all that they have been told of and now they believe it because their kindred have seen it. When I departed from them many were preparing to leave and Ingwe's people had already set out, he is most eager to this land again and is kin are of like mind. Yet there are those who have no desire to come and seek the gifts we have offered them. They only wish to live in the starlight and the open spaces of Cuivienen. They believe that since the thing they feared is gone that Middle-Earth is forever safe for them to wander and rule as their own."
The news that many of our people would be coming was delightful to me, especially since Ingwe was coming the most swiftly. But the news that some of my people would not come was grievous to me. I wanted them all to come to Aman. To come and learn what the Valar could teach them, to live in safety, to become great.
"The news you bring Orome is both heartening and mournful, but we cannot force the Eldar to come to Aman. Our summons is not to be imposed upon them and those who choose not to come will not be forced to," Manwe answered.
Manwe's words were wise yet I wished that he would take more action to persuade those who would not come to come.
"Go now," Manwe continued, "And lead the Eldar who wish to come to Aman."
With that Orome left the Ring. Manwe then turned and looked down upon me.
"And what do you think Laurelothwen? What does the news of Orome mean to you?" he questioned.
"I am glad that many of my people wish to come and live in this extraordinary land, but I pity those who do not wish to come and I hope that perhaps one day they will," I answered.
"Let us hope that your perhaps comes true. Now daughter, there is another question I have for you. Have you decided whom you would like to learn from first while you await your people?"
I suspected that Varda had told him of my desire to learn and that is why his question was not what I wished to do, but whom I wished to learn from. I did not answer immediately. The choice was not forever of course, yet it was important. All the Valar had many things that they could teach me and each lesson would be invaluable.
"I can learn much from all the Valar, but as for now I would most desire to learn what Varda can teach me," I finally answered.
"Very well Laurelothwen. You will begin to learn immediately," Manwe stated and with that the other Valar save Varda and Manwe departed from the Ring.
"I am glad that you wish to learn from me first Laurelothwen, I am excited to teach you all that I can," Varda said. She had once again reduced her stature so that I could look her in the eye.
"As am I my Lady. As am I," was all I could say. So began my schooling of the world from the Valar.
TBC
A/N: sorry if that was a bit weak, I had a bit of writers block with chapter.