Nár Tinwen (or: a Journey of Names)
9. A Solitary Fire
One sunny day she met another traveller at the Green Dragon Inn, and this one knew her beneath her new looks.
'Well met, Tinwen Hiníel!' he said.
'Olórin!' she whispered.
'The tides of the world are changing, and a new wind rises from the Shire! Strange that I should meet you here. What is your business in this land?'
'Of the tides and winds I know nothing, I am here doing nothing in particular, and even if I had any business it would not be your business!'
'I'm sorry', he said, and to show that he was he bought her a beer. Before she knew Tinwen was chattering away all she knew of the current rumours, especially those concerning a certain Bilbo Baggins.
'He's a honest old fellow, no doubt about it. And a good listener, you know. He appreciates poetry, really. Too bad I cannot tell him it was I that wrote 'the lament of Gil-Galad'. But children he doesn't understand, not one bit. You see, he has this little orphan Frodo that he's spoiling horribly. I've got my little house in Hobbiton and an apple orchard and this boy Frodo, he's always stealing my apples, although the Bagginses have apple-trees of their own. But, mind you, he's a sweet kid in his own way, always greets me so politely. Not like some kids that call me 'old bat' when they think I'm not listening.'
When Olórin departed, he warned Tinwen that evil times were coming and she'd better take shelter somewhere safe. She replied she was going to go to Lothlorien after having visited Cirdan. So she did.
And the evil times came, times that are fully described elsewhere, and finally the war swept Lorien , too, and once more Tinwen Hiníel went to battle, and once more the enemy was slain. And then came the day that the chains on Tinwen's neck crumbled to dust, and the Morglin-stone shattered to pieces, and she knew her enemy was destroyed. Sauron was dead!
Not long after, having learned who and what overcame the Enemy, Tinwen made her journey westwards. As a spirit little more than a wisp of smoke she crossed the ocean, and then she stopped on Tol Eresseä. Eönwë was delighted to find her again.
'Hiníel, my darling one! How I have missed you!'
'Then why did you leave me?'
'Because Manwë commanded me to.'
'Then why did you not return?'
'I had work to do here.'
'I do not believe you had work every moment. I think you were afraid.'
'Do you forgive me that much?'
'I am sorry. I cannot forget my years in Middle-Earth. I cannot love you any longer.'
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