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B2MeM Prompt and Path: "The gods were gathered on guarded heights, of doom and death deep they pondered. Sun they rekindled, and silver Moon they set to sail on seas of stars." JRR Tolkien, Völsungakvida en Nÿja (Purple Path)
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Inspired by artwork, vignette, (emotional) hurt/comfort
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Characters: Vana, OFC (elf, Vanya, child)
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes: This ficlet was written to go with the  lovely artwork created by Mithrial for this year's B2MeM: "Again Yavanna Sang and Nienna Wept" and to thank her for showing us so much beauty in that scene. (Legendarium Ladies April helped me to work out who the characters featured should be.)
Summary: Vana the Ever-Young learns from a child. A vignette set during the events surrounding the Creation of the Sun and Moon.

Vana sat and wept until she felt she had out-wept Nienna, almost. Above her bowed head, stark and black, loomed the branches of the Trees--her sister's work that would never grow again. Vana had had such high hopes--but in the end, all their efforts had yielded but one more fruit, one more flower. And what was one fruit, one flower against a whole living, growing tree?
Dimly, through her sobs, she heard a shout, a clap of hands. Was that--but how could it be--the sound of applause?! She lifted her head, almost in outrage, and peered through tears and gloom, seeking the source of the sound. And at the edge of the crowd that hovered at a respectful distance, she caught movement, a voice--a small child, a toddler almost, among the Vanyar, jumping up and down as if for joy while her mother tried to shush her.
Vana stood, shook her tears from her face--they fell about her like rain--and approached the mother and her child.
She cut through the mother's hasty apologies and said: 'No, let her speak!'
Crouching down low and putting her hand on the child's shoulder, she asked: 'Little girl, why do you shout? What do you see?'
And the child, nothing shy, although she was being addressed by a Valie, answered: 'Lights! The pretty, pretty lights! Look! Oh, look! I've never seen anything like them!'
And Vana, still crouching and holding the girl by the shoulder, turned around and looked up and up, trying to see what the little girl did, from the same angle as the little girl saw it.
And she saw, shining on the bare branches: the last fruit of Laurelin, the last flower of Telperion, silver and gold. And seeing them so, against the darkness of the sky above, she recognized that they were things of beauty in their own right, not pitiful remnants. The little Vanya, who was young enough to have been born during the Darkening, had seen that and so Vana now saw it, too.
The Valie rose up and bowed to the little girl and said: 'Thank you for showing them to me.' And with that word, at once all the birds round about Ezellohar--who had long been silent--began to sing again.

A/N: In HoME, Vana is much involved in the tale of the creation of the Sun and Moon. In the published text of the Silmarillion, no role is explicitly assigned to her, but it does not follow she was not involved and certainly not that she had no interest.

Date: 2017-04-13 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shirebound.livejournal.com
they were things of beauty in their own right, not pitiful remnants.

Beautiful. What a lovely story.

Date: 2017-04-18 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scarlet1061.livejournal.com
I'll repeat my comment @ AO3:
It always takes a child to "open our eyes".

Lovely story :-)


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