Oromë walked into the room, "Vána, dearest." It was then he noticed
Lenalaith.
"What are you doing back?" he asked coldly. Lenalaith seemed to shrink.
Vána threw her husband a cold look, "Don't even start! Lenalaith is my daughter- although not yours!" she shouted angry.
"Then who's is she?" Oromë asked.
"That matters not," Vána replied, looking away and sighing. Oromë shook his head, disapproving, but nonetheless leaving Lenalaith alone as he retreated back to the outdoors.
"I want to know my father," Lenalaith demanded in her soft gentle voice.
Vána shook her head 'no' in an upset manner.
"Mother, I deserve to know. I've lived my whole life without knowing who my father is and I don't want to live the rest of it without knowing."
"Don't be so stubborn."
"Me?" Lenalaith replied shocked, "I? Stubborn? You're the one who's made her daughter live her whole life unknowing of her father and when she does ask you refuse." Vána looked away a moment.
"You're beginning to become smart," she replied with a tone of cold in her voice.
"Why thank you," Lenalaith snapped back. They sat there in silence, when suddenly Lenalaith rose.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lenalaith whipped her head around to throw her mother a dirty look and walked out. She was greeted with bright sun and just a slight breeze. She looked around, lost. She was but a mere being, lost in the world. She ran to the gardens of her mother and tripped over a stone, falling headfirst into a bed of pale pink asphodels. She stood back up, quickly, almost pretending she didn't fall and ran on. A thought entered her mind- "the Sea." Lenalaith drew a map in her head; she was in Valmar, and to the far west was the Bay of Eldamar. On the very edge of the mainland, right before the Bay of Eldamar was the city Alqualondë. Just south of that was the island Tol Eressëa. In Tol Eressëa was the city Avallónë, where Elves lived. She sighed, and ran still, unknowing of any sense of direction and running straight into an oak tree. She flew backwards, and fell on her behind, in a bed of iris flowers. She picked herself up again and continued running. She thought about what it would look like, the Sea. She had never seen it before. Lenalaith was lost in thought before she ran into someone she didn't expect to. She fell down again into a bed of flowers and looked up at the person she ran into.
"Please, oh. I'm terribly sorry," she replied, still sitting in the flowers.
"My, my. someone is in a hurry," the lady laughed. Her laugh was not a squeak or a giggle; it was a very womanly laugh, somewhat deeper and very comforting. She held out her arm for Lenalaith to take.
"I don't believe I have seen you here before," she said, as Lenalaith took her arm and picked herself up.
"I don't believe you have. I have only been here a few times, before going back to Middle-Earth. My name is Lenalaith, may I ask yours?" she replied, looking up at the beautiful lady. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, which partly was put up into a simple design. She had a headpiece of woven gold, and a long purple dress which dipped down in a curved shape.
The lady smiled, "My name is Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, and mother of Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen. Where are you off to?"
Lenalaith thought about how silly she looked; a beautiful white dress, without a doubt now covered grass stains; her face, which she still hadn't seen in her true form for lack of a mirror, almost definitely covered with dirt; and her fair skin burning with red scratches.
"I'm. well. I'm not quite sure where I'm going. I'm looking for someone, someone very close and dear to me."
Celebrían smiled more, "Might I be of assistance?"
Lenalaith grinned, "I'm trying to find an Elf." She fell silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say next.
"There are many elves in Aman," she replied letting out another comforting laugh.
Lenalaith laughed, too, "Yes. I am trying to find a." she thought for a moment, "Well, I'm trying to find someone who was sailing here. I expect he shall come through the Bay of Eldamar, but I fear for him."
"And why is that?" she asked in a slightly worried voice.
"The sea is a very dangerous place." Celebrían fell silent.
Lenalaith spoke up again, "Do you know the way to Alqualondë? I think I should like to try to get to the Sea. I need to know. I need to know if he is all right. I need to find him."
"What is your plan, my dear?"
Lenalaith thought for a moment, "I suppose I shall go through the Pass of Light. Then go to Alqualondë, where the Sea-elves dwell."
"Then what shall you do?"
Lenalaith fell silent and wanted to cry. She was so confused, what if she went one place while he was in another?
"I think, a better way would be to go to Avallónë, the city of Tol Eressëa. There is a tower, the Tower of Avallónë. It is said to be the first sight a mariner would see when coming to the Undying Lands. I believe that your friend will stop at Tol Eressëa before going to the mainland."
Lenalaith thought and then silently agreed.
"Thank you, although I know not the way," Lenalaith finally said.
Celebrían smiled, "I expect it will take some days to get there. maybe even a year."
"Who can help me get there?" Lenalaith asked.
Celebrían thought for a moment then said, "I can go with you to Tirion. There, the Elves shall help you. After that, go east to Alquafondë, sail southeast to Tol Eressëa."
Lenalaith nodded, "Thank you." Celebrían nodded, and led Lenalaith to a building that was almost all windows except for a door. She opened the door and Lenalaith saw a bed and a cabinet. She opened the cabinet and took out two small bags, and started putting things in there, then tossed it to Lenalaith. Lenalaith opened her bag and noted a cloak, lots of lembas bread, and a bottle of miruvor. Celebrían led her outside, where two white horses stood and they both got on top of them at the same time.
"Nemo lim," Celebrían ordered, and at once both the horses galloped west. Lenalaith took in the beautiful scenery, always bright and green; much different from the dull brown that Middle-Earth was. Days turned to months, three months to be exact.
"This is the Pass of Light," Celebrían said as they neared the pass. In the far distance ahead, Lenalaith could see mountains, with a space where a mountain would normally be. They reached the Pass of Light in just less than a week. Lenalaith could see the fair city of Tirion in the distance. They rode on and in a matter of seven days, they reached Tirion. They stood under the gate for quite some time.
"This, my dear, is where I say good-bye to you. I wish you good luck in your quest."
Lenalaith nodded sadly, "Thank you for everything, Celebrían." Then she thought for a moment, "Please don't tell my mother where I am going to, until you can be sure I have left Alquafondë."
Celebrían nodded, "Your mother.?"
"My mother, Vána."
Celebrían's eyes widened, "Yes, daughter of the Valar. Please, keep my horse, Silquë. May she be good in your travels, and farewell." Celebrían rode west, back into Valmar. Lenalaith waited there a moment, watching her ride off into the distance. She felt alone once again, alone in the world.
"What are you doing back?" he asked coldly. Lenalaith seemed to shrink.
Vána threw her husband a cold look, "Don't even start! Lenalaith is my daughter- although not yours!" she shouted angry.
"Then who's is she?" Oromë asked.
"That matters not," Vána replied, looking away and sighing. Oromë shook his head, disapproving, but nonetheless leaving Lenalaith alone as he retreated back to the outdoors.
"I want to know my father," Lenalaith demanded in her soft gentle voice.
Vána shook her head 'no' in an upset manner.
"Mother, I deserve to know. I've lived my whole life without knowing who my father is and I don't want to live the rest of it without knowing."
"Don't be so stubborn."
"Me?" Lenalaith replied shocked, "I? Stubborn? You're the one who's made her daughter live her whole life unknowing of her father and when she does ask you refuse." Vána looked away a moment.
"You're beginning to become smart," she replied with a tone of cold in her voice.
"Why thank you," Lenalaith snapped back. They sat there in silence, when suddenly Lenalaith rose.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lenalaith whipped her head around to throw her mother a dirty look and walked out. She was greeted with bright sun and just a slight breeze. She looked around, lost. She was but a mere being, lost in the world. She ran to the gardens of her mother and tripped over a stone, falling headfirst into a bed of pale pink asphodels. She stood back up, quickly, almost pretending she didn't fall and ran on. A thought entered her mind- "the Sea." Lenalaith drew a map in her head; she was in Valmar, and to the far west was the Bay of Eldamar. On the very edge of the mainland, right before the Bay of Eldamar was the city Alqualondë. Just south of that was the island Tol Eressëa. In Tol Eressëa was the city Avallónë, where Elves lived. She sighed, and ran still, unknowing of any sense of direction and running straight into an oak tree. She flew backwards, and fell on her behind, in a bed of iris flowers. She picked herself up again and continued running. She thought about what it would look like, the Sea. She had never seen it before. Lenalaith was lost in thought before she ran into someone she didn't expect to. She fell down again into a bed of flowers and looked up at the person she ran into.
"Please, oh. I'm terribly sorry," she replied, still sitting in the flowers.
"My, my. someone is in a hurry," the lady laughed. Her laugh was not a squeak or a giggle; it was a very womanly laugh, somewhat deeper and very comforting. She held out her arm for Lenalaith to take.
"I don't believe I have seen you here before," she said, as Lenalaith took her arm and picked herself up.
"I don't believe you have. I have only been here a few times, before going back to Middle-Earth. My name is Lenalaith, may I ask yours?" she replied, looking up at the beautiful lady. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, which partly was put up into a simple design. She had a headpiece of woven gold, and a long purple dress which dipped down in a curved shape.
The lady smiled, "My name is Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, wife of Elrond, and mother of Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen. Where are you off to?"
Lenalaith thought about how silly she looked; a beautiful white dress, without a doubt now covered grass stains; her face, which she still hadn't seen in her true form for lack of a mirror, almost definitely covered with dirt; and her fair skin burning with red scratches.
"I'm. well. I'm not quite sure where I'm going. I'm looking for someone, someone very close and dear to me."
Celebrían smiled more, "Might I be of assistance?"
Lenalaith grinned, "I'm trying to find an Elf." She fell silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say next.
"There are many elves in Aman," she replied letting out another comforting laugh.
Lenalaith laughed, too, "Yes. I am trying to find a." she thought for a moment, "Well, I'm trying to find someone who was sailing here. I expect he shall come through the Bay of Eldamar, but I fear for him."
"And why is that?" she asked in a slightly worried voice.
"The sea is a very dangerous place." Celebrían fell silent.
Lenalaith spoke up again, "Do you know the way to Alqualondë? I think I should like to try to get to the Sea. I need to know. I need to know if he is all right. I need to find him."
"What is your plan, my dear?"
Lenalaith thought for a moment, "I suppose I shall go through the Pass of Light. Then go to Alqualondë, where the Sea-elves dwell."
"Then what shall you do?"
Lenalaith fell silent and wanted to cry. She was so confused, what if she went one place while he was in another?
"I think, a better way would be to go to Avallónë, the city of Tol Eressëa. There is a tower, the Tower of Avallónë. It is said to be the first sight a mariner would see when coming to the Undying Lands. I believe that your friend will stop at Tol Eressëa before going to the mainland."
Lenalaith thought and then silently agreed.
"Thank you, although I know not the way," Lenalaith finally said.
Celebrían smiled, "I expect it will take some days to get there. maybe even a year."
"Who can help me get there?" Lenalaith asked.
Celebrían thought for a moment then said, "I can go with you to Tirion. There, the Elves shall help you. After that, go east to Alquafondë, sail southeast to Tol Eressëa."
Lenalaith nodded, "Thank you." Celebrían nodded, and led Lenalaith to a building that was almost all windows except for a door. She opened the door and Lenalaith saw a bed and a cabinet. She opened the cabinet and took out two small bags, and started putting things in there, then tossed it to Lenalaith. Lenalaith opened her bag and noted a cloak, lots of lembas bread, and a bottle of miruvor. Celebrían led her outside, where two white horses stood and they both got on top of them at the same time.
"Nemo lim," Celebrían ordered, and at once both the horses galloped west. Lenalaith took in the beautiful scenery, always bright and green; much different from the dull brown that Middle-Earth was. Days turned to months, three months to be exact.
"This is the Pass of Light," Celebrían said as they neared the pass. In the far distance ahead, Lenalaith could see mountains, with a space where a mountain would normally be. They reached the Pass of Light in just less than a week. Lenalaith could see the fair city of Tirion in the distance. They rode on and in a matter of seven days, they reached Tirion. They stood under the gate for quite some time.
"This, my dear, is where I say good-bye to you. I wish you good luck in your quest."
Lenalaith nodded sadly, "Thank you for everything, Celebrían." Then she thought for a moment, "Please don't tell my mother where I am going to, until you can be sure I have left Alquafondë."
Celebrían nodded, "Your mother.?"
"My mother, Vána."
Celebrían's eyes widened, "Yes, daughter of the Valar. Please, keep my horse, Silquë. May she be good in your travels, and farewell." Celebrían rode west, back into Valmar. Lenalaith waited there a moment, watching her ride off into the distance. She felt alone once again, alone in the world.