Adraefan: 21. Chorus V (Prayer Answered)

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21. Chorus V (Prayer Answered)

Imagine this: the Holy Mountain, Taniquetil.
Far away, above the clouds, by the Sun.
It is hot here, very hot
(by the Sun, after all)
strangely comfortable
not really a problem.

The Valar sit, eat, drink, chat idly,
sometimes casting Their omnipresent gaze
down onto the world
to check up on things. Or rather
celebrating the fall of Sauron
and vicariously enjoying the peace in Middle-earth,
laughing.

Manwë, Breath-God, Greatest Valar, Súlimo,
etc. etc.
breathtaking indeed
handsome, fair, perfection
divine, one could say (safely)
wild hair drifting up and mingling with the Sun’s flames
He smiles now.

And Arda glows with it.

Beside Him, the Star-Queen Varda,
(known to some as Elbereth)
eyes twinkling, a galaxy in that gaze,
which is now turned downwards
gloomy
fixed on pretty-city Minas Tirith
(currently in reconstruction of many sorts).

Manwë will not tolerate gloom,
not when Great Evil has just been destroyed.
“Wife, wife, wife,
what sorrow dims your starry gaze?”

The other Powers
(who were in the middle
of arguing over who exactly who who
can best sing the Pelennor Fields Battle: Song)
hush look listen
in respectful reverence.

She sighs.
She points.
Everyone looks.
Manwë’s smile fades and it grows cold
even by the Sun.

“This is your fault, husband.”
Now only Varda, mightiest Valar-Queen,
would have the courage to say such a thing.
Silence silence,
the other Gods sit on Their hands, bite Their lips.

“No it isn’t.”

“Is too!
Look, husband, lord, Breath-God, look,
he prayed to Us, back by the Tree
a nice sincere respectful prayer
(he is an honorable Man, I like him)
and he said, he said if We didn’t listen
if We didn’t stop the death-guilt around him
if We didn’t save that elf-exile
he would go mad.
And look now!
He’s doing it!
He’s doing just what he said!”

Another sigh
(and below, lunatic screams wrenched from invisible torture).
It is sad indeed.

Varda: “It breaks my Heart!”

Manwë’s eyes
are so bright they hurt to look at
they glow with the Sun’s light filtered
through them and down into Arda.
Now the lids half-close
He cocks His head,
sighs as well.
But the Breath-God’s sigh
is a Mighty Thing.
Taniquetil r-r-r-r-rattles
hands c-c-clutch the table for s-s-s-s-support
g-g-glasses shake (one breaks CRASH).

“Well, it was a silly thing to wish for
…in the middle of an Epic War.
Good-bad son of Gondor
(yes, I like him too)
lifetime soldier, war-hardened, battle-scarred
should have known better.
You can’t deny fate!”

Murmurs.

Varda is unsatisfied.
No one wants to see her weep.
That is Nienna’s duty
one crybaby will do, thank you.

Manwë in a bind
and how does the old proverb go?
Marriage is love respect honor cherish
blah blah blah
and, above all, compromise.

So He looks down, stretches His arm,
stretches His arm down into Minas Tirith
a huge Sunlit golden muscular (big biceps triceps)
ARM!!!
that no one seems to notice
stretching down, further further
reaching into the sorry scene
and giving limp-mad-screaming-Boromir

a good shake.

Pulls His arm up and raises His wine.
Varda smiles, Manwë smiles,
the Sun brightens, warms,
the Powers smile

and go back to the retelling:
Pelennor Fields
(for the millionth time,
but who tires of such a great story?)
with only one question stalling Them:

Who shall play handsome Aragorn?

Me! Me! Me!

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Aeneid

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: General

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 10/20/05

Original Post: 08/10/04

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