PROOF OF THE VALAR'S LOVE
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:N37: Dawn (30-Red), Ice (34-Blue), Harmony of the Universe (36-Purple), Madness and Hallucinations (103-Horror)d
Format: Ficoet
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Fingolfin
Creator’s Notes (optional): So we come to the end of another B2MeM - 31 days, 31 stories. I end on a note of optimism, because the first Dawn was hope for the Noldor.
Summary: As the forces of Fingolfin crossed the Helcaraxë, two lights appeared in the sky. First, the moon, and finally, as they set foot upon Beleriand, the sun.
PROOF OF THE VALAR'S LOVE
"The ships are burning! They are burning again!" Fingolfin shook his daze away and focused on what the voices were crying out around him. There had been cases of madness as well as hallucinations throughout the hellish crossing of the Helcaraxë, but those were from single elves. This was different. This was many voices. He strode from his ice cave and saw a silvered disc rising over the horizon.
"It is even as the light of Telperion shining upon us. Perhaps the Valar have taken pity upon us and placed this light above us to help light our way," his son said to him as they stood together watching the disc move higher into the sky.
The light was helpful, he admitted, but the harsh journey continued, the ice never ending and the cold eating even into the bones of the immortal. The light of Telperion shone, waxing and waning, but constant in its cycle. Finally, the end of the ice was visible in the far distance and despite cautions to continue being careful of tipping ice and hidden crevasses, a few more of the followers were lost to the Halls of Mandos. Fingolfin's heart grew heavier with the loss of each one.
As they finally came onto the bare earth of Beleriand, many fell to their knees in thanks, but cries arose once more as a reddish color blossomed along the eastern horizon. As the red made way for brilliant gold, they stood astounded and watched as Arien began to steer the last light of Laurelin on its first flight across the skies of Middle Earth.
Fingolfin stood at the head of his people and felt that harmony might again be possible between his peoples and those of Fëanor, as well as in the skies with the golden and the silver lights. It was different - startlingly different - but those two lights in the sky gave proof that the Valar had not turned their backs upon them. It gave him courage for his next action - to attempt to assault Morgoth in his fastness across the plains. He called for his horse.
Format: Ficoet
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Fingolfin
Creator’s Notes (optional): So we come to the end of another B2MeM - 31 days, 31 stories. I end on a note of optimism, because the first Dawn was hope for the Noldor.
Summary: As the forces of Fingolfin crossed the Helcaraxë, two lights appeared in the sky. First, the moon, and finally, as they set foot upon Beleriand, the sun.
PROOF OF THE VALAR'S LOVE
"The ships are burning! They are burning again!" Fingolfin shook his daze away and focused on what the voices were crying out around him. There had been cases of madness as well as hallucinations throughout the hellish crossing of the Helcaraxë, but those were from single elves. This was different. This was many voices. He strode from his ice cave and saw a silvered disc rising over the horizon.
"It is even as the light of Telperion shining upon us. Perhaps the Valar have taken pity upon us and placed this light above us to help light our way," his son said to him as they stood together watching the disc move higher into the sky.
The light was helpful, he admitted, but the harsh journey continued, the ice never ending and the cold eating even into the bones of the immortal. The light of Telperion shone, waxing and waning, but constant in its cycle. Finally, the end of the ice was visible in the far distance and despite cautions to continue being careful of tipping ice and hidden crevasses, a few more of the followers were lost to the Halls of Mandos. Fingolfin's heart grew heavier with the loss of each one.
As they finally came onto the bare earth of Beleriand, many fell to their knees in thanks, but cries arose once more as a reddish color blossomed along the eastern horizon. As the red made way for brilliant gold, they stood astounded and watched as Arien began to steer the last light of Laurelin on its first flight across the skies of Middle Earth.
Fingolfin stood at the head of his people and felt that harmony might again be possible between his peoples and those of Fëanor, as well as in the skies with the golden and the silver lights. It was different - startlingly different - but those two lights in the sky gave proof that the Valar had not turned their backs upon them. It gave him courage for his next action - to attempt to assault Morgoth in his fastness across the plains. He called for his horse.
