[ He laughs softly at that, eyes bright, and then he stretches out his hands and sings
This is what he was born for after all, the lost bard of the Noldor, who holds his peoples memories from the very first, who was taught the songs of creation by those who sang it first, and whose mother named him for a voice that could cleave gold. Only two others have ever matched him, and they are not here.
He sings the stars first, as his people first saw them, diamonds in a velvet sky, before they learnt to fear the dark, but loved first the light.
He sings the raging ocean in all it's moods, from gentle to furious, and the songs that it sings of life cradled in its heart, and the rivers that sing of returning to the sea, the lakes that wait crystal clear to capture the light of the stars above them.
He sings the wind, from the gentle breezes of summer to the raging storms of winter, and the rain, where water meets the sky.
He sings the forests from the deep wilds of the Old Forests where the trees walk to the golden woods of Lothlorien, and the life that runs and flies through it, creeping in the undergrowth or playing in the heights.
He sings the mountains, tall and strong and high, whose roots go deep and whose hearts hide treasures unseen, waiting.
He sings the plains that he loved so well, the green rolling hills and the sweet grass, the thunder of horses flying by unchecked as they run.
And he sings Hope. A silver ship, made of crystal, burning as if aflame, and a star at its prow. ]
Father, you once brought light to our world. I think you would not begrudge me yielding this world a little of that memory.
[ He whispers, and takes the Silmaril from where it has lain, wrapped in cloth by his side, and tosses it into the Void, following the trail of his song. ]
Aiya Earendil, Elenion Ancalima! Hail Earendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!
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[ He laughs softly at that, eyes bright, and then he stretches out his hands and sings
This is what he was born for after all, the lost bard of the Noldor, who holds his peoples memories from the very first, who was taught the songs of creation by those who sang it first, and whose mother named him for a voice that could cleave gold. Only two others have ever matched him, and they are not here.
He sings the stars first, as his people first saw them, diamonds in a velvet sky, before they learnt to fear the dark, but loved first the light.
He sings the raging ocean in all it's moods, from gentle to furious, and the songs that it sings of life cradled in its heart, and the rivers that sing of returning to the sea, the lakes that wait crystal clear to capture the light of the stars above them.
He sings the wind, from the gentle breezes of summer to the raging storms of winter, and the rain, where water meets the sky.
He sings the forests from the deep wilds of the Old Forests where the trees walk to the golden woods of Lothlorien, and the life that runs and flies through it, creeping in the undergrowth or playing in the heights.
He sings the mountains, tall and strong and high, whose roots go deep and whose hearts hide treasures unseen, waiting.
He sings the plains that he loved so well, the green rolling hills and the sweet grass, the thunder of horses flying by unchecked as they run.
And he sings Hope. A silver ship, made of crystal, burning as if aflame, and a star at its prow. ]
Father, you once brought light to our world. I think you would not begrudge me yielding this world a little of that memory.
[ He whispers, and takes the Silmaril from where it has lain, wrapped in cloth by his side, and tosses it into the Void, following the trail of his song. ]
Aiya Earendil, Elenion Ancalima! Hail Earendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!