Lure of the Song, The: 1. Chapter One

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1. Chapter One

The Lure of the Song

Firstly, there are a couple of things you might want to know about this
fic. The most important is that it´s a birthday present for Soledad (whose
birthday isn´t until October, but, if she has already finished her own
birthday fic, what am I doing still at the first chapter??)
The other thing is that this story is an answer to everyone who asked me to
explain better what was this of Eöl being Thingol´s son. So don´t be
surprised if things don´t go exactly as the Grey Annals said...(btw, no
wonder, as Thingol is likely to have had a hand in their publication, but
I´m not serious, I´m joking, so shut up, please. Thanks.)

Warning: if you don´t like unsolved mysteries, or you are simply too
curious, you´d better move to another story. Things are not going to be
very explained.




Chapter One:




Silence.

Then, a sound; the birds were singing. As quiet and still as he could, he
tried again to tell apart from them that voice he had heard, and wondered
if it could not be just a trick of his imagination.

But then, he heard it again. Deep, mysterious, yet full of grace and
sweetness; perhaps forming magical and strange words in a tongue too holy
for him to understand; the same voice he sometimes heard in his waking
dreams.

Please, stay here! Let me look upon you, fair creature, do not leave me! he
thought to say, but he was too much in awe to utter a word. He was only
able to keep going forward, at each step drawing nearer to the ethereal
singer and farther from his own people, who had settled to wait for Ulmo by
the shores of the great Sea.

The dark forest, and then lone and desolate mountains, and plains, were
stretched within his sight and much far beyond, coloured ghostly with the
soft silvery glimmer of the stars. It was well known that, lurking in the
shadows of the deepest places, many horrors could be waiting for any
careless Elf who dared to venture there alone, but in spite of this he did
not stop for a moment, all fears trampled, lost, forgotten. He was
enthralled.

Yes, enthralled. Enthralled as the sweet harmonies came and went in gentle
waves through the distance, embracing his fëa and arousing it to the point
of burning in anticipation and desire. Enthralled hearing them, listening
intently to catch the words, and where they came from... From the forest,
he believed. They now seemed to come from there, so there he had to go, and
search for her until he at last could see her face.

If they were to be believed, the stories people told about that place
where no Quendi dared to enter, magic floated in the air among the bushes
in Nan Elmoth, and some brave néri had got lost there, to never return
again. It was considered a very dangerous place, and he knew that also.
But, did it matter at all?

Birds sang. A faint echo reached his ears, she was waiting for him.

Elwë, lord and king of the host of the Teleri, swallowed hard and headed
quickly towards the first sombre trees.

* * *
* *

Meanwhile, back in the Teleri encampment at the seashore, two silver haired
Elves were sitting at the damp sand, staring intently at the movement of
the waves.

"He should be here by now." muttered one of them, clearly the eldest of the
two. The other saw his deep frown, and shook his head.

"Seeing your face, I suppose you must be speaking about Ulmo, not about our
brother." he joked. However, as the joke passed completely unnoticed, a
sigh escaped his lips, and he got up to look at him from above.

"Oh, come on, Olwë, you know that he always has to do things by himself!
And he never needed anybody´s help. Look how he even went to Valinor!"

"Yes, but then he had Finwë to look after him." Olwë answered, grinning at
the boyish adoration that shone in his brother´s voice as he spoke about
Elwë. It had always been so with Elmo, he thought, but since their elder
brother returned from the land of the Valar speaking about the wonders he
had seen, the whole thing became worse than ever, sometimes almost
unbearable. And he, by the way, following the wise principle of making the
best of everything, used to have a good time teasing Elwë for it...

"He must be searching for something he wants to see for the last time
before we depart, I believe."

"Oh, yes, that excuse." Olwe frowned again. "When he returns, if he does
not promise to give up his wanderings, I wii..."

"What will you do?" his little brother asked, eyes wide and amusement
showing clearly in his face.

"I will...I will send you with him! That is the worst thing I could do!"

"Well, for you, yes." said Elmo sulkily, and he began to turn away.
However, Olwë struggled to his feet and caught his silvery hair with his
hand to make him stop.

"Elmo!"

"Yes?"

He sighed.

"I am sorry. I did not mean it."

Elmo shrugged his shoulders, smiling to show once again that his grudges
used to last about fifteen seconds. Although he was nearly going to reach
his maturity, he was still capable of charming everybody with that smile,
even someone that, like him, was more than used to it.

"You are quite right. He probably would not have me at his side, but I m
dying to go with him!"

His elder brother lowered his eyes to the sky.

"Yes. I know. You will be like him one day, unfortunately! And now, come
on, let us go to see if he has returned."

Although, as he told himself, let me doubt it.



(To be continued)


Note: If you don´t know who Elmo is, check the "History of Galadriel and
Celeborn" in the Unfinished Tales. He´s Celeborn´s grandfather.

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: Maeve Riannon

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: Time of the Trees

Genre: Other

Rating: General

Last Updated: 01/10/03

Original Post: 09/26/02

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