Chapter IV The first separation
Írimë remained in that temple for three days. She did not move from the side of little Jotun except to look for food. He was too small to eat solid food, so she made a porridge with plants and fruits and fed him.
She could recognize in that baby a deep story that had not yet arrived.
-I will not leave you…
She told him while the boy's bright eyes watched her with fascination.
-You and I are united forever …
She said caressing his face, pale and soft.
-I'll be your protector and I will not let anyone hurt you, I promise you
Irimë did not know that this promise will tormented her for so many years.
And cradling the little boy in her arms she began to sing:
"The stars in the sky will shine and your dreams in their hands will hold.
Will sleep lulled by its light, you will sleep without fear of the night, you will sleep in peace. "
The boy narrowed his eyes while smiling, he would never forget this song.
Then a thunderous noise was heard and rumbled throughout the room. A blinding light entered through the entrance to the temple and then a strange fog.
Írimë knew that this represented a great danger.
She clutched the little one more tightly in her arms and stood up.
A dark figure approached threateningly.
The girl could not see his face and if she saw him she could never remember him, the darkness covered him and fear pulsed in her brave heart that did not allow her to surrender to this danger. Because she knew that the strange appearance was extremely dangerous.
-Stop!
She shouted
A silence crossed the entire temple.
- I will not hurt you
He told her trying to listen benevolently, she caused chills to hear him.
-You can not hurt me but him, and I will not let you touch him.
Again the silence. She did not see his face covered by fog but she knew that he was meditating his next words
-That child is mine and I must take him
-Never!
She assured
-This child does not belong to you and I will not allow you to hurt him
-I will not hurt him
Little Istari knew he was lying. Maybe at that moment he did not know this but she knew that this was not true.
- But you will
This came from deep within her heart, she knew that this would be the case.
Then she deposited the little one gently on a mattress of leaves that she had fixed for him and smiled at him for the last time.
When she brought her eyes to the figure her face had stopped being sweet, the figure approached, then she with a gesture of her hands hit the invader without touching him, sent him against the rocks in a burst of light.
But he soon stood up and came back, she hit him again, this time with more force than before.
-You are a powerful girl
Said the enemy shaking off the dust
-But you can not stop this that I've come to do.
These words resonated in the place and the soul of Irime, for some reason she knew it was true but she could not understand the reason.
An Istari was never separated from his protege, that had never happened. What happened next was inexplicable for Ìrimë.
The darkness covered the temple, a cold and strong wind lashed every corner, she tried to take the child again but a powerful force prevented it. This force did not come from that figure or from anything that existed in Jotunheim, she could recognize the strength of her own world operating in that moment.
How was it possible that her own people were preventing her from fulfilling her destiny? Could Iluvatar separate two souls that had been united by the force of the nature?
She could not answer that, but she could not help being dragged by that powerful wind as she saw that horrible figure approaching the child and heard him cry inconsolably.
She screamed, she cried, she implored, but her prayers were not heard, she was forced to return to her world