Nár Tinwen (or: a Journey of Names)
2. A Flame of Aman
The victorious army returned to Aman and Melkor was doomed by Mandos. Thus began the Summer of Arda. And it came to pass that the Eldar finally arrived to Aman. Such joy there was in the land those days, when the Vanyar, the Noldor and the Teleri beheld the light of Laurelin and Telperion. And none was more pleased at the sight of the Children of Iluvatar than Tinwen Híniel, who clothed herself in the shape of an elf- child and played with the children of the newcomers. She taught them all her games and songs, and there were many of these. Thus the ages went by, and Eönwë still waited.
Then one was born to shine like a golden star: Alatáriel, daughter of Finarfin. This little one became dearer than all the rest to Tinwen. Hand in hand they walked under the trees of Kementári, side by side they sat under the stars of Elentári, heart to heart they understood each other, soul to soul they belonged together. When they slept in Lorien they shared their dreams, and often they dreamed of a great light rising in the East, red and golden.
When Alatáriel grew to be a maiden, Tinwen changed her raiment also. She turned her hair golden like her friend's, and none save Alatáriel's mother Eärwen and Eönwë could regognize which maiden was of the Noldor and which of the Maiar. Eönwë thought his long wait was over, and asked Híniel to marry him. But Tinwen said she would like to see her friend Alatáriel married first. However, they were engaged and Eönwë gave Tinwen a diamond ring.
The Summer of Arda was long, but eventually the fruits of talent were almost gathered, the flowers of youth were full-bloomed, the birds of joy were preparing to fly away and the skies of hope were turning grey. Feänor had made the Silmarils. Melkor was unchained.
Tinwen hated the Dark Lord who had taken Turon away. Every time she saw Melkor, the sad memories within her stirred. More and more she yearned for the Spring to return. She was alone more often, though she tried to tell Alatáriel about her worries. Tinwen started to think that Melkor had indeed changed, and then she wondered if Thauron might change too – if she could change him. She went to talk with Melkor. She did not know then, but it was Melkor's idea and not hers that she should seek Thauron in Middle-Earth, under Angamando ( the fortress known in lore by the sindarin name of Angband).
Manwë sat on his throne with Varda by his side, when Eönwë brought Tinwen up the Taniquetil.
"High Lord, said the little maia, I have come to ask permission to depart from Aman."
"You may go," said Manwë, "fare well." But the eyes of Varda held worry.
On the way back Eönwë had many questions to ask. The only answer he got was a farewell kiss and a diamond ring.
Alatáriel was grieved. Over and over again she had asked her friend to stay. Tinwen tried to comfort her.
"Sweet one, I know we will meet again. I shall not bid you farewell. Nor shall I give or take any gift of departure, for I trust we two will remember each other without things made by craft of hands. Now give me a new name and I will give you one."
"Beloved, you are Maialaurë El-Carnil." (a golden Maia, of the red star Carnil)
"My sister, you are Eldatári Lauremiriel." (a queen of the Eldar, a golden jewel)
Then they laughed. And embraced. And departed. And cried.
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