B-10 Erulisse - In Order to Heal
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: B-10 – Sons of Feanor – Maedhros as Leader, Fëanantics – Unjust Exile in Aman
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Maitimo and his family
Pairings: None
Summary: Maitimo and the rest of his family have gone to support Fëanáro while he is judged by the Valar. Needing a break from the tension, he leaves for a day in the countryside.
In Order to Heal
Maitimo was late getting home that night.
The flurry of activity at the townhouse that was maintained for the family near the Valar’s town of Valmarin had gotten to be too much for him. He desperately craved some quiet to think about the implications and the possible changes that his future might hold.
On the day that his father was scheduled to appear before the Valar in the Máhanaxar, Maitimo ordered his horse saddled early and rode out into the countryside. He had no clear destination in mind, he just knew he could not stand idly around waiting for the Valar’s arbitrary decision. He was a son of Fëanáro. He was a man of action. Pro or con, he and his family would have to live with the consequences of his father’s actions from that fateful day in the Palace at Tirion.
He rode out, heading east towards the Pelori. Eventually he slowed down to a walk, not for his sake, but to spare his horse. Cresting a small hill he found himself looking out over a flower filled meadow. It featured a small, bright stream cutting across its back third. He dismounted and led his horse towards the stream.
By the time he had reached the water his horse was cooled off and ready for a drink. He decided to let the horse roam for a while. He then removed his cloak, spreading it on the ground and lying down on it to relax and watch the movements in the clouds above.
He must have fallen asleep, for when he awakened, the quality of the light was different. Suddenly a standing figure blocked the light from his eyes. Sitting up, he realized he was in the presence of Someone, either Maia or Vala. Either way, it was someone he had never met before.
“Hungry?” the being asked, sitting down in the flowers next to him. He opened a basket and pulled out meat, bread and a bottle of wine with two goblets.
“No, not really, thank you. My stomach is all tied up in knots.”
“It won’t be the end of the world, son of Fëanáro. Here, have some food and a glass of wine.” The being handed him a slice of buttered bread with meat and a goblet of a dry white wine.
Maitimo took the food and drink, but his gaze was suspicious and alert responding to the person’s words. “I’m afraid you have the advantage, sir. You seem to be acquainted with me, but I know you not.”
“Do you not?” responded the being with a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, perhaps that is as well. I know your mother though. We meet often to talk and share cups of tea. She is a remarkable woman.”
“Yes, both of my parents are exceptional.” Maitimo sighed. “But now it looks as though my father’s pride may condem him to exile, or even death.”
“Yes. Fëanáro allowed his temper and his insecurity about his own position within Finwë’s heart to override his common sense. He drew steel in front of the King, and he threatened a Prince of the Realm.”
“Wait!” Maitimo cried and he sprang up from his seat, spilling his wine in the process. He stared at his companion in fear and consternation. “Who ARE you? How do you know what went on at Finwë’s court? Why...?”
“I bear you no ill will, Fëanorian. I am here to help you. Your father’s fëa is poisoned and incomplete. The illness of his fëa is slow acting, but increasing and unless he admits his need for healing, we can do nothing to help him.”
“Help him? How would you suggest he be helped?”
“For anyone else, I would recommend a visit with my brother in Lórien. But Fëanáro does not trust Irmo since his mother Míriel went to his realm and never returned. We are hoping that exile, being forced to be with his family, will help his fëa to heal without our direct intervention.”
The Vala rose to his feet. “It will be up to you, young Maitimo, to hold your family together and to try to effect healing for your father. We all hope that you will be successful in this because Fëeanáro, indeed all of your family, is very dear to us. I tell you, young one, that much evil can be averted if you and your family can heal him.”
Maitimo looked at the Vala standing before him. A sense of fear suddenly struck him and he fell to his knees in the flowers. “Who are you, Lord?” he whispered.
“I am one who loves you and your family. Never forget that. I am Námo.” The Vala turned and began walking away from him, towards the nearby tree line. His visage, as well as the food and drink, had disappeared completely before he actually reached the trees.
“Námo,” Maitimo said softly and shook his head. “I’ve been sharing food with Lord Námo.” He stood up and retrieved his cloak. Through the long ride home, he determined that he would try and lead his family as much as possible to ease his father’s stress. With luck and the blessing of the Valar, his father would be healed by this upcoming exile and would emerge from it strengthened and renewed.
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Maitimo and his family
Pairings: None
Summary: Maitimo and the rest of his family have gone to support Fëanáro while he is judged by the Valar. Needing a break from the tension, he leaves for a day in the countryside.
In Order to Heal
Maitimo was late getting home that night.
The flurry of activity at the townhouse that was maintained for the family near the Valar’s town of Valmarin had gotten to be too much for him. He desperately craved some quiet to think about the implications and the possible changes that his future might hold.
On the day that his father was scheduled to appear before the Valar in the Máhanaxar, Maitimo ordered his horse saddled early and rode out into the countryside. He had no clear destination in mind, he just knew he could not stand idly around waiting for the Valar’s arbitrary decision. He was a son of Fëanáro. He was a man of action. Pro or con, he and his family would have to live with the consequences of his father’s actions from that fateful day in the Palace at Tirion.
He rode out, heading east towards the Pelori. Eventually he slowed down to a walk, not for his sake, but to spare his horse. Cresting a small hill he found himself looking out over a flower filled meadow. It featured a small, bright stream cutting across its back third. He dismounted and led his horse towards the stream.
By the time he had reached the water his horse was cooled off and ready for a drink. He decided to let the horse roam for a while. He then removed his cloak, spreading it on the ground and lying down on it to relax and watch the movements in the clouds above.
He must have fallen asleep, for when he awakened, the quality of the light was different. Suddenly a standing figure blocked the light from his eyes. Sitting up, he realized he was in the presence of Someone, either Maia or Vala. Either way, it was someone he had never met before.
“Hungry?” the being asked, sitting down in the flowers next to him. He opened a basket and pulled out meat, bread and a bottle of wine with two goblets.
“No, not really, thank you. My stomach is all tied up in knots.”
“It won’t be the end of the world, son of Fëanáro. Here, have some food and a glass of wine.” The being handed him a slice of buttered bread with meat and a goblet of a dry white wine.
Maitimo took the food and drink, but his gaze was suspicious and alert responding to the person’s words. “I’m afraid you have the advantage, sir. You seem to be acquainted with me, but I know you not.”
“Do you not?” responded the being with a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, perhaps that is as well. I know your mother though. We meet often to talk and share cups of tea. She is a remarkable woman.”
“Yes, both of my parents are exceptional.” Maitimo sighed. “But now it looks as though my father’s pride may condem him to exile, or even death.”
“Yes. Fëanáro allowed his temper and his insecurity about his own position within Finwë’s heart to override his common sense. He drew steel in front of the King, and he threatened a Prince of the Realm.”
“Wait!” Maitimo cried and he sprang up from his seat, spilling his wine in the process. He stared at his companion in fear and consternation. “Who ARE you? How do you know what went on at Finwë’s court? Why...?”
“I bear you no ill will, Fëanorian. I am here to help you. Your father’s fëa is poisoned and incomplete. The illness of his fëa is slow acting, but increasing and unless he admits his need for healing, we can do nothing to help him.”
“Help him? How would you suggest he be helped?”
“For anyone else, I would recommend a visit with my brother in Lórien. But Fëanáro does not trust Irmo since his mother Míriel went to his realm and never returned. We are hoping that exile, being forced to be with his family, will help his fëa to heal without our direct intervention.”
The Vala rose to his feet. “It will be up to you, young Maitimo, to hold your family together and to try to effect healing for your father. We all hope that you will be successful in this because Fëeanáro, indeed all of your family, is very dear to us. I tell you, young one, that much evil can be averted if you and your family can heal him.”
Maitimo looked at the Vala standing before him. A sense of fear suddenly struck him and he fell to his knees in the flowers. “Who are you, Lord?” he whispered.
“I am one who loves you and your family. Never forget that. I am Námo.” The Vala turned and began walking away from him, towards the nearby tree line. His visage, as well as the food and drink, had disappeared completely before he actually reached the trees.
“Námo,” Maitimo said softly and shook his head. “I’ve been sharing food with Lord Námo.” He stood up and retrieved his cloak. Through the long ride home, he determined that he would try and lead his family as much as possible to ease his father’s stress. With luck and the blessing of the Valar, his father would be healed by this upcoming exile and would emerge from it strengthened and renewed.
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:19 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)