Lenalaith snapped out of her far thoughts and rode into the city. It was
on top of a hill, Túna, so it was slightly windy. She dismounted and led
her horse into the marble walls of Tirion, the city of the Noldor Elves.
The city was grand, with white walls and terraces. In the center of the
city stood a tower, the Tower of Ingwë, with a silver lamp that was said to
be able to be seen from the sea. Lenalaith walked, leading her horse, to
the foot of the tower. She left her horse there, commanding it to stay,
for she rode with no reins, and climbed the seemingly-endless crystal
stairs of Tirion. There, near the door, stood three elves.
"Halt! Who are you and are you wishing to see the Last High King of the Noldor, Ereinion Gil-Galad?" the elves asked. Lenalaith's brow curved in confusion, before she answered.
"Yes, please." The elves nodded and one of them led her in, where there were several elves were bustling about. The grandest one was most certainly Ereinion Gil-Galad; an elf with particularly pointed ears; a long royal blue robe, the top half adorned with golden plates, a gold neckpiece, and a long royal blue cape; a gold circlet, much like the branches of two interwoven mellryn trees; long auburn-brown hair, and hazel-honey colored eyes.
Lenalaith walked up to him, shyly, but did not bow as she was not accustomed to bowing to anyone.
"What business brings you here? And who are you?" he asked. Lenalaith cowered slightly in the presence of such a grand Elf; his voice booming and ringing, though not necessarily loud.
Lenalaith hesitated for a moment, "I shall answer the latter first- my name is Lenalaith, daughter of Vána. I am looking for-"
"You say you are the daughter of Vána? Daughter of the Valar?" he interrupted.
Lenalaith nodded a little taken back, "Yes."
Ereinion Gil-Galad turned away for a moment, looking at an elf that was standing there patiently, "Please, get Lady Lenalaith accommodations, I wish to speak with her privately." The elf nodded and ran off. In an instant, he came back, and Gil-Galad led Lenalaith to the room. The elf left, shutting the door.
Lenalaith stood frozen in the arched door frame, studying her surroundings; a white large room, with many arched windows, a golden dome glass ceiling, she guessed it was one of the lower towers of the building. There was a table with seats comfortably arranged, a dresser, and a bed.
"Please, sit down," he commanded Lenalaith, after sitting down. Lenalaith shyly walked toward the chair opposite Gil-Galad. They sat in silence for a moment; Gil-Galad seemed to be deep in thinking.
"You say you are the daughter of Vána?" he said again.
Lenalaith blinked a little, confused, "Yes."
Gil-Galad looked away for a moment and looked back. Then he said, "Have you any proof?" in an inquisitive voice.
Lenalaith fell silent, "Not that I know of- do you not believe me?"
"Had she ever given you anything?" he asked sharply.
She thought then said, "No." Gil-Galad's face fell, almost sadly, not quite relieved.
"Wait," Lenalaith said after remembering something. Her mind reached back to when she was born, then she pulled her long white sleeve back. Gil- Galad moved closer ever so slightly. There, on her long fair hand lay a ring.
"May I?" he asked. Lenalaith thought for only a second before nodding. Gil-Galad gently took the ring off her middle finger and held it between his thumb and forefinger.
"This is an Elvish ring, made in the Second Age, by the Elven-smiths of Eregion. It is a rare thing indeed. Yet, it is not one of the great rings. Have you any more proof?" Gil-Galad asked, still looking impressed with the silver ring set with a small purple gem.
"What do you mean, proof?"
Gil-Galad thought, "Anything- a map, a key. a crown?" Lenalaith thought hard.
"No, I haven't any other proof," she finally replied. Gil-Galad's face fell.
"But, I am the daughter of Vána!" she insisted, "Why do you not believe me?"
Gil-Galad looked up at her, "Then I suppose you are the only Valar child."
"I. do not know."
"Do understand," he said, "it is hard to believe. such a thing. Yet, I believe you."
"Then if it is so unbelievable, why do you believe me?" she asked in an annoyed voice, before remembering that she wanted him to believe me.
Gil-Galad smiled, as if he knew a secret. "Rest, my dear. Rest here."
"What do you know?" she asked.
"Look outside. She is setting and it is time for sleeping," Gil-Galad said mysteriously. He walked out of the room slowly. Lenalaith pouted annoyed, but he had already left.
"Halt! Who are you and are you wishing to see the Last High King of the Noldor, Ereinion Gil-Galad?" the elves asked. Lenalaith's brow curved in confusion, before she answered.
"Yes, please." The elves nodded and one of them led her in, where there were several elves were bustling about. The grandest one was most certainly Ereinion Gil-Galad; an elf with particularly pointed ears; a long royal blue robe, the top half adorned with golden plates, a gold neckpiece, and a long royal blue cape; a gold circlet, much like the branches of two interwoven mellryn trees; long auburn-brown hair, and hazel-honey colored eyes.
Lenalaith walked up to him, shyly, but did not bow as she was not accustomed to bowing to anyone.
"What business brings you here? And who are you?" he asked. Lenalaith cowered slightly in the presence of such a grand Elf; his voice booming and ringing, though not necessarily loud.
Lenalaith hesitated for a moment, "I shall answer the latter first- my name is Lenalaith, daughter of Vána. I am looking for-"
"You say you are the daughter of Vána? Daughter of the Valar?" he interrupted.
Lenalaith nodded a little taken back, "Yes."
Ereinion Gil-Galad turned away for a moment, looking at an elf that was standing there patiently, "Please, get Lady Lenalaith accommodations, I wish to speak with her privately." The elf nodded and ran off. In an instant, he came back, and Gil-Galad led Lenalaith to the room. The elf left, shutting the door.
Lenalaith stood frozen in the arched door frame, studying her surroundings; a white large room, with many arched windows, a golden dome glass ceiling, she guessed it was one of the lower towers of the building. There was a table with seats comfortably arranged, a dresser, and a bed.
"Please, sit down," he commanded Lenalaith, after sitting down. Lenalaith shyly walked toward the chair opposite Gil-Galad. They sat in silence for a moment; Gil-Galad seemed to be deep in thinking.
"You say you are the daughter of Vána?" he said again.
Lenalaith blinked a little, confused, "Yes."
Gil-Galad looked away for a moment and looked back. Then he said, "Have you any proof?" in an inquisitive voice.
Lenalaith fell silent, "Not that I know of- do you not believe me?"
"Had she ever given you anything?" he asked sharply.
She thought then said, "No." Gil-Galad's face fell, almost sadly, not quite relieved.
"Wait," Lenalaith said after remembering something. Her mind reached back to when she was born, then she pulled her long white sleeve back. Gil- Galad moved closer ever so slightly. There, on her long fair hand lay a ring.
"May I?" he asked. Lenalaith thought for only a second before nodding. Gil-Galad gently took the ring off her middle finger and held it between his thumb and forefinger.
"This is an Elvish ring, made in the Second Age, by the Elven-smiths of Eregion. It is a rare thing indeed. Yet, it is not one of the great rings. Have you any more proof?" Gil-Galad asked, still looking impressed with the silver ring set with a small purple gem.
"What do you mean, proof?"
Gil-Galad thought, "Anything- a map, a key. a crown?" Lenalaith thought hard.
"No, I haven't any other proof," she finally replied. Gil-Galad's face fell.
"But, I am the daughter of Vána!" she insisted, "Why do you not believe me?"
Gil-Galad looked up at her, "Then I suppose you are the only Valar child."
"I. do not know."
"Do understand," he said, "it is hard to believe. such a thing. Yet, I believe you."
"Then if it is so unbelievable, why do you believe me?" she asked in an annoyed voice, before remembering that she wanted him to believe me.
Gil-Galad smiled, as if he knew a secret. "Rest, my dear. Rest here."
"What do you know?" she asked.
"Look outside. She is setting and it is time for sleeping," Gil-Galad said mysteriously. He walked out of the room slowly. Lenalaith pouted annoyed, but he had already left.