Divine Intervention: 2. Yavanna

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2. Yavanna


Where are You, Sister?  
Our Festival starts anon!"  

stretching over Her silken divan beneath Arien's light
vines trailing after Her fingers,
ripping through the sheets and erupting
into a stream of crimson flowers.  

Yavanna's apartments, She knows, seeing
Sister's flashing eyes darken at the sight of the
the perpetually vine-encrusted furniture, the
carpet of mushrooms near the door.


Whereas Yavanna prefers the soft, the
filthy but comfortable,
in unevenness and imbal-


Kementári rolls Her eyes and
pops a grape into Her mouth,
waiting for the divine
("How irritating She can be!")
to fade.  

When the halls are silent once more, Yavanna
down and looks over the balcony's edge, examining
affairs Below.  

"Interesting," She muses, tracing a dark thread of marble
on the balustrade, watching
Olórin and The Scruffy Wanderer
(her own nickname)
trading stories beside a campfire.  

Idly, she sends a cloud of midges
to bother Scruffy,
to nip his neck and give him annoyance,
all of which gently nurse her grudge....

O, what long-held shame!  
O, what snide comparisons!

"Did You hear that, Sister?  
The Elves have created six hundred more hymns to


"Have You seen, Sister?
image hangs in palaces from
Gondor to Mithlond!
The delightful dears!"


And that final straw...

"Sister, that Ranger, that Aragorn,
has sworn by
to win his love!
How quaint!"


Of course.

Did he forget that athelas,
(his birthright, his power)
belonged to Her?
Did he not recall that his herblore
was Her domain, that
everything he was famed for
was from


Selfish mortal.  

So she spited him with many
of freezing winters, parched summers, and
inopportune injuries,
from her living, leaf-strewn throne.


"May you be plagued by them," she thinks smugly, and--



A seed slips from Her palm,
white, wrinkled,
and now covered in Her sacred spit.
Shaking Her hand in disgust, She flips it
over the balcony
towards Arda.

It lands with a tiny "thump" in the southern mountains.  
She peers closer,
examining the soil, the snow,
and exhales on it, Her breath causing nearby trees to
grow twenty feet.  

She pads back to Her divan

falls back into slumber

while Sister's stars wheel


time passing,

dreaming of her forests,

their peace,

her children

on Arda,

growing from seedlings

among harsh soils and

inconstant rains.  

Years pass in a blink

of Her eyes,

or minutes
depending on HIS whims

and suddenly She awakens,
yawning wide and blinking away sleep.  

In the south, She sees,
propping her chin on the balustrade,
there is a to-do over a new king.  
Yavanna is dismissive until--
"O, by Me!"
--she recognizes "king" as "Scruffy."  

She is childishly delighted at his new deference, actually
clapping aloud!  
He worships Her Sister, yet
to these small, rounded beings...

...and what victory is that?

Feeling slightly triumphant,
she salutes Scruffy-king with a gracious hand--  


She squints.

"Lo! here is a scion of the Eldest of Trees!"

A pause.  

She giggles, and watches as Scruffy-king and Olórin

An oblique wave of her hand, and
the soil around the tree loosens, freeing itself
into Scruffy's grasp.  

Yavanna yawns again, watching them
through drooping eyes.  

A celebration, with silken banners
and rejoicing crowds, thronging the streets
of the circular city.  
Cups being raised to peace, to
the king,
praises to Varda
for the blessedly clear night.

Lounging balanced on the balustrade
stretching clear from horizon to horizon,
Yavanna dips a hand down through the clouds,
down millions of leagues
into the city,
nudging a maiden's heart into lust,
placing a handsome guard in her path
and settling back to watch.

perfect love stories:
Scruffy's love for the Princess, his quest
to win kingdom-crown-and-all, his
hidden heritage.  
Yavanna likes her stories to have
a bit of color,
but she usually has them turn out all right.)  

"There," she thinks,



back into


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: Meril

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Multi-Age

Genre: General

Rating: General

Last Updated: 01/19/09

Original Post: 08/28/05

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Rithralindë - 09 Dec 07 - 5:31 PM

Ch. 2: Yavanna

Ha! :-D This is lovely, witty and flows well. I really liked the conversation between her and Varda, leaves them 'godly' but also shows their more 'human' side. Smile

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Crowdaughter - 26 Jan 08 - 4:17 PM

Ch. 2: Yavanna

Hi, Meril! That was wonderful! I love the way you play with the placing of the words, and the way Yavanna's jealousy works to bring about some good things, ion the end. Yay for a great and very creative look at the Valar! I like! Smile

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Elena Tiriel - 27 Jan 08 - 4:10 AM

Ch. 2: Yavanna

Oh, Allie, this is hilarious!

I always wondered where the latest incarnation of the White Tree, the one that King Scruffy found, came from.... LOLOL!

Well done!

- Barbara

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