62. Scene V.xvi
The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project
BELOVED FOOL: BEYOND THE WESTERN SEA
[Elsewhere - the Corollaire]
[Beren is still sitting in silence, now with his chin on his knees, looking out towards the Pass of Light, while Yavanna frowns at him with a concerned expression as she sets the rodent down to go about its rodenty life:]
Are you being quiet because you're overwhelmed, or because you're focusing on everything around and trying to take it all in?
Can't you tell?
I can tell which of the many possibilities are most likely, but not which it is. Knowing you, either one is a reasonable guess.
Beren: [thinking about it]
Yeah. --A little of both,
So, are you happier now?
[he gives her a puzzled frown]
Now that someone's recognized your efforts and told you "Good job" at last--?
Beren: [looking down]
[he appears embarrassed]
I -- Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Mostly I'm just--
--actually, I'm not.
[he looks at her with a bit of surprise]
I was going to say "tired,"
but that isn't true. --Still confused, though. A lot.
Well, no wonder, since Everything is beyond the ability of any of us to sort out. But then you've always been the ambitous sort.
[out of nowhere she takes a shining garnetlike fruit, somewhat like an all-red nectarine, and looks at him inquiringly]
Uh -- can I?
No, I'm inviting you so that I can contrarily refuse to oblige, afterwards. --What do you think?
That that was a dumb question.
[she twists the fruit in half and gives him one side -- as he is looking at it in fascination:]
--Don't you dare ask me if that's real or not.
Beren: [almost managing to keep a straight face]
I wouldn't have dreamed of it, my Lady.
[she gives him a narrow Look]
Thought of it, sure -- but I wouldn't dare ask.
[she gives him a friendly swat on the arm]
It's beautiful. And tastes just as wonderful as it smells.
The jewels of my making are much more than just pretty to look at.
I'm not even going to go near that one.
[the Lady gives him a raised eyebrow]
Family fights, bad enough -- between immortals? --Already done that.
Hmph. Most of the time you're a prudent soul.
Beren: [between mouthfuls]
So -- your sister's Spring, right?
[she nods, though her expression is a bit wry; he frowns as he wipes the juice from his fingers onto the hem of his outer tunic]
You just have the one, right?
That, too, is a bit -- dependent on your definition. Why? Did you meet her?
Well, if she's the Spring, then I did.
She is as much the beginning of all growth as I am Autumn. And our sister by love, Nessa, the high Summer of blooming roses and the swift young animals in their pride. But we are both -- all of us -- far more than any of our tasks. As are you, my Hunter.
[he shakes his head a little, distracted, half-smiling]
Is she -- just a little bit -- well, crazy?
Yavanna: [suddenly stern and daunting]
Did she harm you in any way?
No -- not at all. The opposite. She--
[he chuckles again]
She was kind of cute, really. In a completely terrifying way. I--
[looking at Yavanna with a very confused expression]
I was going to say she reminded me of Tinuviel before things fell apart, but--
[shaking his head]
--it's the other way around, only -- I never met her before, so -- how--
[the Power sets her hand calmingly but very firmly on his shoulder]
Was there ever a year of your life when the snows did not melt and the crocus and pheasants-eye bloom? When all beasts wild or tame, however old, did not leap like fawns in the new light? When the bees did not crawl out of their hollows and the little brown bats, and the swallows return from the southlands, all to dance upon the warming airs? --Then how should you not recognize the Ever-young, when met in the person of your own true love?
But -- Tinuviel's Tinuviel, right? She's not -- not really Vana, too, is she? I mean -- she's herself…?
--Always. As you are yourself, my Champion.
[she strokes the hair from his brow gently]
How come you call me that?
Because it is true.
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