Day 30: Something you want to say that there wasn't a space for

Theories I have with basically no canon background

*Yavanna went occasionally to visit Melian in Middle-earth

Crack Theories that I probably don't believe but really like:

*What if Morgorth was the one who set the powerful doom on Beren, allowing him to pass through Melian's Girdle, eventually causing the fall of Doriath?

*Like that one post going around on tumblr recently proposed, Gil-Galad was TOTALLY lost little Elúred or Elúrin and the Noldor just found him and argued over who he belonged to.

I mean, presumably it was Eru who held the doom over Beren, the doom that was more powerful than Melian's power, that caused him to get through the Girdle, but what if it was Morgoth. He hated Doriath but he really had no way of attacking it and didn't need to. So what if he sort of gave them the Silmaril on purpose, because he knew then the Sons of Feanor would destroy Doriath for him?

When Beren gets to Menegroth and talks to Thingol, he has that moment where he's unable to say anything and then he looks into Melian's eyes and begins to speak, as if the words were given to him (I assume it was by Melian but:) perhaps it was Morgoth giving him those words, trying to set into motion angering Thingol into sending him for a Silmaril.

anywayy, fic for my first one:

FA: Year of the Trees: 4680

Melian awoke suddenly, hearing the voice of Yavanna singing and wondering why it had been in her dreams. Then, when she awoke she still heard it, and realized it was not a dream.

"Yavanna?" She called out, silently.

"Melyanna! Where are you?"

Glancing at Elwë still deep asleep beside her, she silently rose and headed through the forest, finding her quickly.

"Are you well?" Yavanna asked, beaming a smile at her when she saw her.

"Very. Better than I have ever been." Melian answered, joining her as she wandered through the wood. It was odd and nice to be significantly shorter than someone, again. In this form she was taller than most all the elves in Middle-earth. "How are you? How is life over the sea?"

"As well as ever, I suppose. The Children there are learning much."

"I imagine."

Melian nodded. "Those here, as well. I love it here, though it is strange for me, living entirely among Children of Ilúvatar. I miss Lórien at times."

"Never mind living among them, being married to one?" Yavanna raised an eyebrow.

"That is not so strange." Melian laughed softly. "Though I imagine it seems it to you. Elwë is different. Or, he is now, anyway. But I am now, too."

"What do you see in a Child of Ilúvatar? From what we hear, he is very proud…"

"And the Ainur are not?" Melian countered. "Yes, he is proud. But he is kind and caring, and he is wise. Ambitious. Passionate. He loves his people with fierceness and a closeness the Ainur rarely have, too."

"Well, you do look happy, I am glad for you! And your forests here are beautiful, truly."

"I thought you would like them, if you ever saw them." Melian grinned. "Do you come to Middle-earth often?"

"Hardly, not at all since you have been here, as nearly everything is asleep." She looked sad and far away. "I feel that may change not too long from now, do you?"

"Perhaps. I have not been looking that far ahead at the rest of events, these days I suppose I am more focused on Elwë's people."

"Again, a strange thing for a Maia." Yavanna laughed.

"I do miss living among the Ainur," Melian shrugged, "but I love it here, too. You all do not feel as far away to me as you really are, I suppose.

"We all miss your songs."

"I will sing them there again, one day, I am sure." Melian told her. "But that may be quite some time from now. Doriath is my home, now."

"That it is. But Middle-earth is so dim, do you not miss the light of the Trees?"

"Of course I do. We have Varda's stars, and they are light enough. How is Aulë?"She asked, to change the subject.

"Oh, he is fine." Yavanna told her distantly.

"At odds again?" Melian laughed. "Are you ever not?"

"There are times when we are not!" Yavanna said seriously.

"What happened this time?"

"He made a passing comment in my presence, to Manwë, that his dwarves were more important to events than my Ents."

Her eyes flashed angrily, and Melian tried not to show her amusement.

"How long ago?"

"Good point. It was over seven years ago, perhaps I should go see him when I get back."

"Perhaps." Melian raised an eyebrow.

"Do you and Elwë not argue?"

"Rarely. And no one argues like you and Aulë."

"No." Yavanna laughed again. "Not like us."

Suddenly Yavanna stopped and stared straight ahead through the trees ahead of them.

"Ents." She said out loud, in surprise. "You brought some here. "

Unable to read whether Yavanna was pleased or not, Melian was unsure how to answer. "Yes. Besides, the dwarves had awoken and were traveling; it was only fair the grey-elves began befriending the Ents…"

"Wonderful."Yavanna beamed and hurried forward to watch them. "Oh, they are wonderful!"

"Indeed." Melian smiled. And useful.

Yavanna watched them joyfully for a long time, not revealing herself.

"I should get back to Elwë." Melian told her when hours had passed and the elves would be awakening soon.

"Yes, I suppose I should be going as well." Yavanna turned from the Ents, with effort.

"You could come meet Elwë, if you wished." Melian offered, though she knew Yavanna wouldn't.

"No." She smiled. "I should go. I doubt I will return here for many years, but I had to see you this time."

"I know. I am glad you came, I have missed you!"

"You too." Yavanna embraced her for a long while. "Until we meet again. Farewell, Melyanna!"

"Farewell." Melian answered, watching Yavanna disappear before heading back to Elwë.