YAY WE'RE MEETING YAVANNA AT LAST! It's been harder to write this chapter...i was debating on whether Lark and Yavanna should have a lovely mother/daughter discussion or a heated argument...ANYWAY this should be a fun chapter (hopefully) heehee! Kili is mentioned, Yavanna notices everything! ENJOY! xxx

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The Summoning

Lark watched Haum nervously. She hadn't spoken with Yavanna in sixty years. Last time they'd spoken, when she was but fourteen years of age, Yavanna had confined her to the Greenwood for her own 'protection'. Yavanna didn't understand, she never had. Lark wanted to travel, to see her mother's creation that was Middle-Earth. She didn't want to remain in one place. Not that she didn't love the Greenwood; she did. Lark was at that age where she was a restless soul. Hopefully, this time, Yavanna would understand. Lark thought to herself.

'She will, she has to!'

Lark turned her eyes back to her adopted father. He was standing in the middle of the clearing, they'd found, and he was muttering in both Quenya and Khuzd Dhul. Asking for an audience with the Nature Mother; Yavanna. A light began to grow around him and a warmth entered the gardens. She was coming...butterflies began attacking Lark's stomach. The door, to the Halls of the Valar, began to appear between two oak trees. Haum moved to the side and let Lark stand in his place.

"You'll be fine little Swift!"

Lark thanked Aüle, her actual father, for creating dwarves like Haum. Haum kissed her cheek before leaving to bid Thorin's company farewell. Lark turned back to the door, her breathing; rapid. A shadow fell in front of her and Lark looked up to see the shining face of her mother. Yavanna descended the stairs and entered the garden. She turned her green gaze onto her daughter. Lark's shoulders fell, with relief, when she saw the smile on her mother's face. Yavanna hugged her daughter tightly and whispered into her hair.

"My daughter, I trust you are well!"

"I am as well as I was and will be as well as I am! And you, fair mother, I hope you haven't been worrying to much about me!"

The Valar chuckled softly. It sent a sweet ringing around the garden. Lark smiled against her dress.

"I admit Larka, that I have been at a certain unease about you neglecting your duties! I know that I can do nothing to stop you. You are, now, no longer a child and deserve to see the world that I have gifted to you and I know that your father's people will keep you safe, along with all the other races!"

Lark pulled herself out of her dark-haired mother's grip. She stared at her in disbelief. She had expected Yavanna to send her back to the Greenwood immediately, never to leave her unattended. Always watched until she grew old. This reaction, however, was totally unexpected. The Valar wanted her to continue. She looked at her mother, the complete opposite of herself, Yavanna's green eyes and brown hair contrasting with her own fair hair and blue eyes. Traits she'd earned from her father.

"You mean, you don't mind me leaving the wood? I can continue following this quest, with your approval?"

"Yes daughter, I have seen how much this quest means to you and my superiors tell me that you are needed on this quest! Your destiny is tied to the fate of the dragon and also to the fate of the youngest heir of Durin!"

Lark felt her cheeks flush at the mention of Kili. He was tied to her fate! How? Why? She felt Yavanna chuckle again.

"So many questions plague your thoughts! They will all be answered soon! Now I must return to my kin and your father!"

Yavanna kissed the blonde's head before turning to leave. Lark let her mother go and she, too, turned to leave. Just before she rentered her realm, Yavanna turned to her daughter.

"Larka, I love you and so does your father! Now my child you must hurry and reach your destination for Oakenshield and his company have left! I would hate to be the cause of you being late in meeting them!"

"Mother, I am never late! I love you too and give my love to Aüle and thank him for his people! Now I must fly, till the next time!"

Then, shifting her body, Lark turned into a hawk and took to the evening sky. Soaring over the mountains, the light of the Carrock within her sight. Yavanna smiled at where her daughter had left...then she turned and entered her realm once again. Knowing that her daughter would be safe and would do great things for Thorin Oakenshield and his men!

SOOOOOOO...what do you think? BE HONEST! I love Lark's parentage! I chose for a nice mother/daughter talk, thought it would be nicer! Well I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, next one should be up soon! For all those who are wondering Aule and Yavanna are a couple! Yavanna created most of Middle-Earth and Aule (the smith) created the Dwarves! Hence Lark's height and love of nature! Well next update soon! XXXX TTFN