Ambar-metta, by Senalishia
Mar. 4th, 2019 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senalishia posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Feanatics!” - O72: Feanor: savior of Middle-earth
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Feanor, Yavanna
Pairings: None
Summary: Feanor is prophesied to play a vital part in the remaking of Arda after Dagor Dagorath.
Mandos kept his promises; he did not release Feanor from his custody until the world had been broken in one final, apocalyptic battle. The jewels for which so many had died were delivered to him, by the hand of Ulmo, and of Aule, and of Earendil.
When he again beheld the greatest creations of his hands, he could not summon the fierce protectiveness he had once felt for them, except as a distant memory. Perhaps, cut off from the physical for so long, he had come to appreciate in spite of himself that which could not be locked in a hoard.
Yavanna approached him, pausing halfway to glance back at her husband with a look that so clearly said “Do I have to?” that Feanor almost laughed.
She knelt before him--reluctantly, obviously, but she knelt. “We thank you for your wisdom in preserving this light ere we knew we would have need of it. Now, noble son of Finwe and Miriel, will you allow...will you please allow me to open the jewels you have created and release their light, that I may create new Trees and light the world once again?”
She asked so nicely. How could he refuse?
Format: Double Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Feanor, Yavanna
Pairings: None
Summary: Feanor is prophesied to play a vital part in the remaking of Arda after Dagor Dagorath.
Mandos kept his promises; he did not release Feanor from his custody until the world had been broken in one final, apocalyptic battle. The jewels for which so many had died were delivered to him, by the hand of Ulmo, and of Aule, and of Earendil.
When he again beheld the greatest creations of his hands, he could not summon the fierce protectiveness he had once felt for them, except as a distant memory. Perhaps, cut off from the physical for so long, he had come to appreciate in spite of himself that which could not be locked in a hoard.
Yavanna approached him, pausing halfway to glance back at her husband with a look that so clearly said “Do I have to?” that Feanor almost laughed.
She knelt before him--reluctantly, obviously, but she knelt. “We thank you for your wisdom in preserving this light ere we knew we would have need of it. Now, noble son of Finwe and Miriel, will you allow...will you please allow me to open the jewels you have created and release their light, that I may create new Trees and light the world once again?”
She asked so nicely. How could he refuse?
