Day 134: Tree of Knowledge
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elena_tiriel have badgered me for a follow up to Radiance: You do realize that this just begs for a continuation again? The first time they actually speak to one another? When does Galadriel realize she's in love?
Day 134
as part of the Celevron a Mallen series.
Tree of Knowledge
Artanis wandered through the shadowed groves of the Hidden Realm. Though Melian's power was great, even she could not make the stars blaze with Arien's fervour: Artanis found mostly blooms known only in the deepest woods in Valinor: snowdrops, violets, bluebells.
Committing their graceful forms to memory, she already saw in her mind's eye the tapestry she would weave to make permanent their transient beauty.
A tall elf-lord approached, his hair silver like sprays of hawthorn blossom.
With fire suddenly coursing through her veins, Artanis knew she must learn to find pleasure not in crafted treasures but the ever-changing woods.
Note: Though Middle-earth lay for the most part in the Sleep of Yavanna, in Beleriand under the power of Melian there was life and joy, and the bright stars shone as silver fires; and there in the forest of Neldoreth [...] the white flowers of niphredil came forth [...] as stars from the earth.
The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion, Ch 10, Of the Sindar
elena_tiriel have badgered me for a follow up to Radiance: You do realize that this just begs for a continuation again? The first time they actually speak to one another? When does Galadriel realize she's in love?Day 134
as part of the Celevron a Mallen series.Tree of Knowledge
Artanis wandered through the shadowed groves of the Hidden Realm. Though Melian's power was great, even she could not make the stars blaze with Arien's fervour: Artanis found mostly blooms known only in the deepest woods in Valinor: snowdrops, violets, bluebells.
Committing their graceful forms to memory, she already saw in her mind's eye the tapestry she would weave to make permanent their transient beauty.
A tall elf-lord approached, his hair silver like sprays of hawthorn blossom.
With fire suddenly coursing through her veins, Artanis knew she must learn to find pleasure not in crafted treasures but the ever-changing woods.
Note: Though Middle-earth lay for the most part in the Sleep of Yavanna, in Beleriand under the power of Melian there was life and joy, and the bright stars shone as silver fires; and there in the forest of Neldoreth [...] the white flowers of niphredil came forth [...] as stars from the earth.
The Silmarillion, Quenta Silmarillion, Ch 10, Of the Sindar
