Vows
The stars whirled overhead marking days, months, years. Still they did not stir, all around them silence reigned but had the whole of Arda been coming apart they would not have noticed. The trees grew tall and thick, blocking out the silver light of the diamond like stars. Than from the depth of the forest a Nightingale sang out and the trance of Elwë and Melian was broken but not the joining of their soul and the earning for them to join in body. Yet they could not, not yet, "We should speak the vows." Whispered Elwë.
"What vows?" wondered Melian a little confused, "Forgive me but I know not the ways of children of Eru." She added in way of explanation.
"Forgive my assumption." Replied Elwë smoothly, "But the Eldar, as Lord Oromë has named us, wed by speaking vows in the name of our maker. The name we need not be taught for it forever exists in our heart."
Melian nodded slowly, "I… accept your customs as they stand, yet, yet it is strange to me for the ways of the ainur are different. Our very essence sing when we find the one for whom we were intended in the mind of the one, we need no vows, for in joining with them we fulfil our being and become complete." She cupped the cheeks of Elwë tenderly, "My essence sang a great song when I beheld you. Did yours not?"
"Ai, it did." Whispered Elwë feeling as if he could stay like this forever.
"Than what more do we need?" wondered Melian, innocence personified.
Elwë could not return an answer immediately. To him the vow seemed necessary, a matter of custom, yet how customary could this union possible be. She was a divine spirit, older than Arda, older than Eä, one who has beheld the creator and he was but an elf. No, this was not an customary union, it would never be one, so why let custom dictate their conduct. Besides what meaning could the vows possible hold if she did not fully understand their necessity, maybe she was right it was not necessary. So Elwë, Lord of the Teleri took Melian as his queen but spoke no vow out loud, only in his heart.
Author's notes: Happy Birthday Finch. Hope you have a good one.
The stars whirled overhead marking days, months, years. Still they did not stir, all around them silence reigned but had the whole of Arda been coming apart they would not have noticed. The trees grew tall and thick, blocking out the silver light of the diamond like stars. Than from the depth of the forest a Nightingale sang out and the trance of Elwë and Melian was broken but not the joining of their soul and the earning for them to join in body. Yet they could not, not yet, "We should speak the vows." Whispered Elwë.
"What vows?" wondered Melian a little confused, "Forgive me but I know not the ways of children of Eru." She added in way of explanation.
"Forgive my assumption." Replied Elwë smoothly, "But the Eldar, as Lord Oromë has named us, wed by speaking vows in the name of our maker. The name we need not be taught for it forever exists in our heart."
Melian nodded slowly, "I… accept your customs as they stand, yet, yet it is strange to me for the ways of the ainur are different. Our very essence sing when we find the one for whom we were intended in the mind of the one, we need no vows, for in joining with them we fulfil our being and become complete." She cupped the cheeks of Elwë tenderly, "My essence sang a great song when I beheld you. Did yours not?"
"Ai, it did." Whispered Elwë feeling as if he could stay like this forever.
"Than what more do we need?" wondered Melian, innocence personified.
Elwë could not return an answer immediately. To him the vow seemed necessary, a matter of custom, yet how customary could this union possible be. She was a divine spirit, older than Arda, older than Eä, one who has beheld the creator and he was but an elf. No, this was not an customary union, it would never be one, so why let custom dictate their conduct. Besides what meaning could the vows possible hold if she did not fully understand their necessity, maybe she was right it was not necessary. So Elwë, Lord of the Teleri took Melian as his queen but spoke no vow out loud, only in his heart.
Author's notes: Happy Birthday Finch. Hope you have a good one.
