Not five minutes had passed before Mir fell asleep, a rather odd occurrence
for an Elf, and it was more like a trance. In it she saw Varda, creator of
the stars, far away on top of Taniquetil. Next to her was Manwë, though
Varda seemed to be speaking to Mir. Of all the tales of Middle-Earth, none
had described the majesty of Varda. She wore a sparkling white gown that
fell down to the floor, it looked as if made of diamonds, but even so you
were drawn to her face, which told a story. In it you could see not only
beauty, but wisdom, strength, and this awesome sincerity Mir had never seen
in one with so much power. Varda spoke words that were rather faint at
first, but soon overwhelmed Mirlomien.
'Child of Illúvater, you are not forgotten, neither are your friends, or
your beloved Anéndil. I am watching over you, as is Eru, you will soon see
all those dear to you at peace. Now go to the Havens and remember that the
Valar are protecting you.'
It seemed to Mir that Varda said more, but what she had already heard was
enough to satisfy.
She awoke with renewed hope, such a vision was a rare gift, and she knew
that all would turn out right.
Mir saw Lord Elrond in the halls later that morning, and he, though a
powerful Elf Lord stopped suddenly.
'Mirlomien, what has happened? Your eyes shine with a light only seen in
High Elves, in those who have seen Telperion and Laurelin, which is
impossible.'
'Lord Elrond, this night I have been granted a vision. Elentari came to me
and gave me a message of hope, I cannot imagine the light of those trees to
be greater than that of Varda.'
'A vision! You have been blessed! I hope that this has prepared you for
your journey to Valinor?'
'It has, more than you could ever imagine.'
She continued down the hall to Elladan's room, convinced she could do
something this time. The Elf that answered the door was not the Elladan she
knew, but another Elf who had received a vision.
'Elladan! Tell me . were you granted a vision too?'
'I was, and somehow I am at peace. I will go with you to Valinor.'
'That's wonderful! Does your father know?'
'Not yet, I am going to tell him now.'
'He will be extremely pleased!'
'That is my hope.'
As the next few days passed Mirlomien saw the words of Elbereth coming
true, those she cared for were at peace. It seemed like all the pressures
of Middle-Earth, which had once been on her shoulders, were now lifted and
had disappeared. Of course Mir still missed Anéndil, but she was no longer
worried. She had been promised his safety, and the word of Varda does not
fail, whatever the servants of Morgoth may send in your path. Another
comfort was the idea that Anéndil may have received a vision as well; in
fact she was convinced he had.
When the day came for departure Mir was ready. All the Elves were eager to
see Valinor, the place they had heard so many stories of. the home of the
Valar. Of course, Imladris was their home, leaving wasn't easy. It was
especially hard for Lord Elrond, who had put so much effort into Imladris.
Then too he was leaving his son, Elrohir. The parting of the brothers
wasn't easy, and the parting of Mirlomien and Narmir, who were closer than
sisters, was just as hard.