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by Freyna
Disclaimer: Don't own anything here.
Deep in the sea, the Silmaril of Feanor glittered with the light of the trees Telperion and Laurelin, bringing an indescribable beauty to the home of Ulmo. It lay there, for a non-existant audience to admire, at untold depths. And Maglor wept, having knowingly given it up.
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Olorin joined the festivals of the Quendi, taking the form of one of their kind. He took great joy walking among them. The alien sounds of Elven singing floated in the air, and everything living seemed to grow with remarkable speed and health as Yavanna worked in her element. Blooming flowers let out spectacular smells and a golden silver light bathed all. Everything was well until a sudden darkness invaded. Panic overtook all as a great cry seemed to issue from the earth. And Olorin fled.
Nienna wept, mourning all wounds, but especially that of the destruction of the trees. Sounds of anguish filled her glade to a near unbearable amount when she felt the presence of a Maiar. They spoke not, and each took comfort in the other's company. After an eternity, Nienna was again alone. And still, she mourned.
And Olorin took his first step east.
From the Silmarillion: (italics added in by yours truly)
But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos..all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom.
Wisest of the Maiar was Olorin. He too dwelt in Lorien, but his ways took him often to the house of Nienna, and of her he learned pity and patience.
A/N: I don't really know what this is, but I felt like writing. My brain has shriveled from lack of use. If there's anything here you find that's not accurate, feel free to inform. Didn't do any research on the first one. And the second one was pretty much off the top of my head too. Has been making its way around my brain for the last week.