She was wearing white today—a rare choice for her. But he supposed that even Nienna grew weary of black and gray at all times. As he approached her she lifted her head to smile at him in greeting. She always had a smile for others it seemed. The green grass that she was sitting in bowed and swayed in the light, cool, breeze. Her hair—auburn for that day—blew about her face, making her look more like a young lady then the millennia old being that she was.
"Sit with me my friend."
He obliged. What could one say to a request from one of the Valar after all? The silence stretched for many moments. She remained still, with her eyes closed and a relaxed look on her face. He grew restless and began to cast his eyes about as if looking for something to do. A soft hand on his arm stilled him.
"Peace Olórin, be still. It is true that we are beings who do not tire easily, but we still cannot give what we ourselves do not have."
"I don't understand." Her soft smile in response made him feel so naïve.
"My kin and I anticipate the fulfillment of all things, for the day when what was promised in the midst of Erú's music comes to pass. Though we know that the completion of the music will happen, we must wait in the mean time. It is a hard thing for us." Her expression darkened slightly. "The Children, the First-born and the men, wait for a time when peace will come to them. They are constantly besieged by evil and they know not when their next deliverance will come. So they wait and respond to the call to fight. There will come a time, my friend, when you will wait with them. Seeking Erú's will and waiting for it to be accomplished. You must learn to wait, and in time teach others to do the same."