Disclaimer: It's been a long time since I put a disclaimer so here's another one. I own Laurelothwen. I also own her daughter and her talking horse. Everything and everyone else belongs to Tolkien.
A/N: Expect chapters to come at weekly intervals. School started (blah) so I don't have much time for fanfics. Now time for the new chapter.
Wenierme
Because Yavanna and Aule lived in different parts of Aman I could not learn from them at the same time and therefore did not have the same joy of learning from two teachers at one time. I chose first to learn from Yavanna for her pastures were wide and open to everything while the Mansions of Aule were hidden beneath mountains and I was loath to enter the depths of the earth even in Aman.
Every olvar and kelvar that has ever been lived in abundance in the Pastures and in the nearby Wood of Orome. The kelvar were unafraid and could easily be approached. They loved to run and play and be free. The olvar of the Pastures grew much faster than any other plants in all of Arda and never withered or died. In the Pastures of Yavanna everything flourished. Yavanna taught me of all the kelvar and olvar. She taught me their many names and languages. How each had special abilities and purposes. How many of the olvar could heal and how some in Middle-Earth were poisonous like Belladonna. None of the olvar in Aman were poisonous. She showed me how to gather them without causing them any pain and in a way that they would recover quickly. Yavanna taught the songs that would gather the kelvar to me in times of need and songs that would cause the olvar to grow where land was once barren. She taught me of the Sleep of Yavanna that she had placed over Middle-Earth for she still loved all the creatures that she had left behind in mortal lands. The greatest thing I learned from Yavanna was the song that brought forth the Trees. Yavanna used all of her powers to bring forth the Trees. The song was long and beautiful beyond compare. A song of life and of light. A pure song that made one wish to dance for joy. Yavanna only sang it once for me, but from my years as Manwe's pupil I memorized it and always kept it near my heart, but I never once sang it aloud. It was too wondrous to be sung by anyone but its maker (A/N: To see a rendition of the song that brought forth the Trees read "The Silmarillion for Dummies".). Yavanna also taught me of the Ents, which she and Manwe had created to be shepherds to all the kelvar for unlike the olvar, kelvar could not run from harm. Yavanna often tested me to see what kelvar I could make grow with different songs that I knew. Yavanna also encouraged me to devise songs as to bring forth the kelvar. Most of the songs I created were for the blooming of the elanor for they were golden like my name and in a childish way I thought that we were connected. Them being the golden flowers and I being their maiden.
One day as I sang for the elanor something happened. A great sorrow washed over me and I began to cry as I sang. I wanted my people. I wanted for them to be here with me. I wanted Ingwe. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I knew I wasn't alone. The Valar and the Maiar were always near me, but in a sense they were very far away. My song turned from the blossoming elanor to a cry for my people to come. I didn't notice that my song continued to make the plant in front of me grow. Only when a hand came to rest upon my shoulder did I stop song and my tears.
"My daughter, whatever is wrong?" It was Yavanna. I quickly dried my eyes before responding.
"Nothing Lady Yavanna. I couldn't be better."
"You do know you're the worst liar I've ever met, don't you? Now please tell me what is the matter." Yavanna sat beside me and waited for an answer.
I sighed. "I miss my people my Lady. It has been so long since I looked upon them. I want them to be here with me. So that they can live in harmony and bliss and become great under the Valar's guidance."
Yavanna stroked my hair. Her face showed her compassion for me.
"I understand Laurelothwen. You have waited many years, but I believe that the Eldar will come very soon. Already Orome has brought word that the Vanyar and the Noldor are close to passing the mountains. They will be here soon." She stopped stroking my hair and turned her attention to the elanor that I had been singing for. But they weren't elanor. In fact I didn't know what they were. The blossoms were a mix of white and gray. Their petals glimmered with what could only be described as stardust. Each flower also dripped crystal tears.
"My Lady what is that flower? It is beautiful," I asked.
Yavanna replied, "It is a flower that has never grown in my Pastures before and has until this day only been found near the Hall of Nienna. They are called Wenierme, Maiden's Tears. They spring from Nienna's tears. It is a flower of sorrow and pity." She turned to look at me. "Since you have made something that no one else has created save Nienna and the Maiar who ally themselves to her, I believe that there is little more that I can teach you."
I looked from the Wenierme to Yavanna and then back again. I hadn't thought that I could do something like that.
"Perhaps My Lady, Nienna will teach my people also how to make this flower with song." I didn't want it to seem that I could do something that no other Eldar could do.
"Perhaps, but as of now you may go and study with another tutor, the making of this flower has shown that I have taught you enough. I am proud of you my pupil. Let us hope that your kindred will be as skillful in knowledge as you are."
With that Yavanna left. My thought raced around my mind. Should I go? Had I learned so much from Yavanna and retained it all that I could create many plants?
"Trust in the wisdom of Yavanna," a thought spoke. "Go to another teacher and learn even more."
"Yes," my mind replied. "I will go. Now is the time for me to learn from one whose knowledge of the world is even deeper than that of Yavanna. I will go to Aule."
TBC
A/N: Expect chapters to come at weekly intervals. School started (blah) so I don't have much time for fanfics. Now time for the new chapter.
Wenierme
Because Yavanna and Aule lived in different parts of Aman I could not learn from them at the same time and therefore did not have the same joy of learning from two teachers at one time. I chose first to learn from Yavanna for her pastures were wide and open to everything while the Mansions of Aule were hidden beneath mountains and I was loath to enter the depths of the earth even in Aman.
Every olvar and kelvar that has ever been lived in abundance in the Pastures and in the nearby Wood of Orome. The kelvar were unafraid and could easily be approached. They loved to run and play and be free. The olvar of the Pastures grew much faster than any other plants in all of Arda and never withered or died. In the Pastures of Yavanna everything flourished. Yavanna taught me of all the kelvar and olvar. She taught me their many names and languages. How each had special abilities and purposes. How many of the olvar could heal and how some in Middle-Earth were poisonous like Belladonna. None of the olvar in Aman were poisonous. She showed me how to gather them without causing them any pain and in a way that they would recover quickly. Yavanna taught the songs that would gather the kelvar to me in times of need and songs that would cause the olvar to grow where land was once barren. She taught me of the Sleep of Yavanna that she had placed over Middle-Earth for she still loved all the creatures that she had left behind in mortal lands. The greatest thing I learned from Yavanna was the song that brought forth the Trees. Yavanna used all of her powers to bring forth the Trees. The song was long and beautiful beyond compare. A song of life and of light. A pure song that made one wish to dance for joy. Yavanna only sang it once for me, but from my years as Manwe's pupil I memorized it and always kept it near my heart, but I never once sang it aloud. It was too wondrous to be sung by anyone but its maker (A/N: To see a rendition of the song that brought forth the Trees read "The Silmarillion for Dummies".). Yavanna also taught me of the Ents, which she and Manwe had created to be shepherds to all the kelvar for unlike the olvar, kelvar could not run from harm. Yavanna often tested me to see what kelvar I could make grow with different songs that I knew. Yavanna also encouraged me to devise songs as to bring forth the kelvar. Most of the songs I created were for the blooming of the elanor for they were golden like my name and in a childish way I thought that we were connected. Them being the golden flowers and I being their maiden.
One day as I sang for the elanor something happened. A great sorrow washed over me and I began to cry as I sang. I wanted my people. I wanted for them to be here with me. I wanted Ingwe. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I knew I wasn't alone. The Valar and the Maiar were always near me, but in a sense they were very far away. My song turned from the blossoming elanor to a cry for my people to come. I didn't notice that my song continued to make the plant in front of me grow. Only when a hand came to rest upon my shoulder did I stop song and my tears.
"My daughter, whatever is wrong?" It was Yavanna. I quickly dried my eyes before responding.
"Nothing Lady Yavanna. I couldn't be better."
"You do know you're the worst liar I've ever met, don't you? Now please tell me what is the matter." Yavanna sat beside me and waited for an answer.
I sighed. "I miss my people my Lady. It has been so long since I looked upon them. I want them to be here with me. So that they can live in harmony and bliss and become great under the Valar's guidance."
Yavanna stroked my hair. Her face showed her compassion for me.
"I understand Laurelothwen. You have waited many years, but I believe that the Eldar will come very soon. Already Orome has brought word that the Vanyar and the Noldor are close to passing the mountains. They will be here soon." She stopped stroking my hair and turned her attention to the elanor that I had been singing for. But they weren't elanor. In fact I didn't know what they were. The blossoms were a mix of white and gray. Their petals glimmered with what could only be described as stardust. Each flower also dripped crystal tears.
"My Lady what is that flower? It is beautiful," I asked.
Yavanna replied, "It is a flower that has never grown in my Pastures before and has until this day only been found near the Hall of Nienna. They are called Wenierme, Maiden's Tears. They spring from Nienna's tears. It is a flower of sorrow and pity." She turned to look at me. "Since you have made something that no one else has created save Nienna and the Maiar who ally themselves to her, I believe that there is little more that I can teach you."
I looked from the Wenierme to Yavanna and then back again. I hadn't thought that I could do something like that.
"Perhaps My Lady, Nienna will teach my people also how to make this flower with song." I didn't want it to seem that I could do something that no other Eldar could do.
"Perhaps, but as of now you may go and study with another tutor, the making of this flower has shown that I have taught you enough. I am proud of you my pupil. Let us hope that your kindred will be as skillful in knowledge as you are."
With that Yavanna left. My thought raced around my mind. Should I go? Had I learned so much from Yavanna and retained it all that I could create many plants?
"Trust in the wisdom of Yavanna," a thought spoke. "Go to another teacher and learn even more."
"Yes," my mind replied. "I will go. Now is the time for me to learn from one whose knowledge of the world is even deeper than that of Yavanna. I will go to Aule."
TBC