High King of the East Chapter 8 - Story of the Avari Part 3
It was many years, no, centuries that the young scouts were ever seen by their families again. Their reunion with kin came to pass on a day so ordinary that none would expect it.
At first the watchers of the woods merely thought Anar was exceptionally bright this day, as it rose at dawn. The light became brighter and brighter, until it materialised into the shape of several riders.
They, with great agility and precision evaded all the traps intended on deterring intruders into the forest and so the alarms were promptly sounded. A small host of Avari warriors barred their entry.
One of the riders stepped forward. "Hail kinsmen. We who have left the great Tatyari woods of Luindor seek entry to the forest of our birth and the chieftains Morwë and Nurwë."
If the mere idea of a Calaquendi calling himself their kinsmen and to havw been among them was comical, what he said next rendered the entire forest silent.
"We return in the name of Kanafinwë Makalaurë Fëanárion Finwion, the Great Singer and the Gold Cleaver. This is a summon from the High King to all who belong to the Tatyar."
"You mean to tell me, that's all it took to re-establish Eldar-Avari relations?" Elrond asked incredulously. After all, he had been the herald and de facto ambassador to all the peoples of Middle Earth on behalf of Gil-Galad. Even the Galathrim were difficult to deal with, he shuddered to consider being the emissary to rhe Avari.
"Perhaps it was a testament for how the isolationist Avari culture is doomed to fail, but a great majority of young Elves chose to embark to resettle in my realm at Cuiviénen."
Maglor gazed into the distance thoughtfully.
"For many millennia, the Avari have not stepped out from their forests. Even ones nearly your age have not seen the outside world. Without new ideas, there is no progress. Even with new ideas, they have exhausted all their expendable resources within their forests. Without progress of any sort, their society is stagnant, without any will nor knowledge how to continue."
It was true, when the idea of seeking out a new realm and Elves was presented,it was the spark needed to ignite the hearts of the young Avari. For the first time, there was direction, and adventure.
This is precisely what made the Ñoldor special. No, no this is what made Fëanor special. The Eldar, their fëa forever bound to the Eä through the Great Music. The existence of the Eldar tied to the nature of Middle Earth, but never surpass it.
But Fëanor, he was born with a fire, greater and brighter than the Secret Fire gifted to all the Firstborn. He was capable of creativity. Countless innovations and advancements made by him ensured that the Ñoldor did not stagnate in Valinor, learning whatever the Valar were willing to teach, but they thrived. That is how they became the dominant kindred.
It was by he alone that the Ñoldor were elevated to new heights, and by him alone that the Ñoldor were able to face Morgoth alone for an Age. It is the reason why Fëanor, the Spirit of Fire is the greatest of all the Children of Illúvatar.
And this Fire, was also imparted onto each of his sons. They, were never to be able to surpass him, but were higher above the rest. Pengolođ may have wilfully ignored the Fëanorian realms of East Beleriand, but they were most successful and mightiest of the Elven realms.
The land given by Thingol to the Sons of Fëanor were indefensible, compared to the like of Gondolin and Nargothrond, yet strong and wavering it held firm until the end.
This last legacy of Fëanor survived, in Maglor and the great Elven realm of the East, built upon the waters of Cuiviénen and under the light of the Silmarils, the unblemished light of Laurelin and Telperion.
True to his vision, the Elves have finally become the Lords of the Unsullied Light.