Ilmarë sat up suddenly, the grief from her dream resting heavy upon her chest and the weight made it hard to breathe – not even her illness had rested so heavy. Elrond moved in his sleep and Ilmarë slipped quietly from the bed, careful not to wake him. He had asked her to stay in his room that night for he still worried for her health and had not left her side since she awakened earlier that afternoon. To watch over her this first night was all he wanted, he had said, but Ilmarë suspected he asked for his own benefit as well. The past weeks had worn on Elrond and he was weary enough to fall asleep before Ilmarë had.
Now she put on her robe and left the room, making no noise as she closed the door behind her.
NOTES: Just to clarify, all chapters written in italics like this one are Ilmarë’s dreams, sent by Melian. The time frame of this dream is just after the War of Wrath up through the first 400-500 years of the Second Age.
More details from the Book of Lost Tales:
Ilwë: The middle air that flows among the stars.
Manwë: The description of Manwë and his throne comes from a picture drawn by Tolkien entitled ‘Thought’. The description of his home comes from Book of Lost Tales. In Morgoth’s Ring it says that Manwe could not penetrate the shadows of Morgoth’s mind, and in the Silm it says that when Manwe and Varda sat together on their thrones in the watchtower she could hear further into Middle-earth and he could see further. But he wasn’t omniscient and couldn’t see everything, and by the end of the First Age the Valar’s powers of action had begun to diminish, according to Tolkien.
Makar and Meássë: Two of the original Valar, left out by Tolkien in the later stories. They were brother and sister whose home was a great iron fortress in the Outer Lands of Valinor where they and their vassals constantly practiced battle. They seem to be based on the myths in Scandinavia of Unending Battle. Their home was close to Mandos and Tulkas visited it at times so ‘that he might not grow soft in his fair living’. Meássë is called an Amazon with bloody arms and Makar’s name means slaughter or battle. They disagreed often with Manwë, loved the unbridled turmoil’s Melkor had created in Arda, but did not seem to care for Melkor himself and helped defeat and chain him on his first capture. They’re among the things that were lost from the original tales.
The War of Wrath: Eärendil did defeat the dragon Ancalagon, Morgoth did keep the dragon army hidden until the last, and Tulkas and Oromë pulled Morgoth from Angband, then his form was executed and he was exiled to the Void. Everything other than that is just from my abnormal mind.
Valmar is the city of the Elves that sat on Taniquetil, and Manwë and Varda’s home was on the summit of the mountain, along with some of the other Valar.
Eönwë did go to Middle-earth and offer the pardons for the exiled Elves so they could return to Aman, and he gave Elrond and Elros their choice. I guess he stayed there to kind of supervise the clean-up after the War of Wrath.
Belwë is the name I’ve invented for Círdan’s father, just to give the guy some family, which would make him Thingol’s nephew in this story. It never says when or if Thingol was released from the Halls of Mandos, but he wouldn’t have a place in this story if he hadn’t been released, so there you have it.
The part about the Ainur not being able to take another mate after they’ve been…ahem, intimate, is my invention, too. But as uptight as the Valar obviously were about that sort of thing, I figured it was reasonable.
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