Songs of the Past
28 Oct 2018
A girl recounts the time of her life tracing from 1499 of the Years of the Trees to the end of the First Age of Arda. She is of no House, a misbegotten child living alone with her mother on the other side of some beautiful country, but when the Battle of Lammoth befalls upon the land, she loses her mother and is found by the Noldor, and adopted into the House of Finwë. Yet all the time she is raised in Hithlum, the country of the High King of the Noldor Fingolfin Ñolofinwë, the Vala Morgoth in the north has not forgotten his hatred for the Noldor, and is ever vigilant. With every sorrow, the flower of shadow planted in her heart waxes, and perhaps the call of the blood flowing in her veins might at last be answered.
“You’re afraid of my death,” he said at last.
“Maybe.” The voice came soft, weak, helpless.
“Don’t be.” He rubbed my hands in his own, letting the warmth seeping into my blood and warm my face like a fire. “Life and death is just like sleeping and waking. Death is nothing to fear—it is merely a time of rest. Then I will wake again, and there a new life will begin. You aren’t afraid of sleeping, are you?”
I held his gaze but said nothing.
- Part 1 of Songs of the Past