Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-20 13:25:00 |
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WHO: Anairë and Fingolfin
WHERE: Vinyamar
WHAT: Healing, discussing the power outage, etc.
WHEN: Monday morning
WARNINGS: Low
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Anairë crouched in the surf as the sun rose over the water, gazing out towards the horizon. Her eyes, however, were not on the sunrise or on the sea that spread out before her. She had many troubling thoughts on her mind, and her concentration was elsewhere. Vinyamar had been emptied this morning when all but she and Ñolofinwë had left for the town to help with the emergency as they could. She saw the wisdom of doing this; Men were too weak to climb the mountains in the dark, and they greatly feared the forest that would have to be crossed in order to get to the mountains. It was best that they be in town to protect as they could, and to give their services as needed.
But after seeing them off, and watching them disappear into the early morning, her heart clenched in remembrance of another morning when she had seen her family disappear from her sight. And the outcome of that morning had nearly broken her in every way. Was it the plight of women to always stay behind while their families went off before them, never to return? To cast forward their children to die in treacherous battles in worlds that they would never see? If such was the Doom of women, then it was a crueler one than ever Mandos had proclaimed to their people.
At least this - so far as she knew - was unlikely to end in death, and hopefully their assistance would assuage some of the misunderstanding and dislike that seemed to exist between her people and the Men here. At least she could hope that such good would come of this.
In a fluid movement, she took off the sheer white nightgown she wore, leaving it on the beach as she walked naked into the water, letting the sea embrace her. There was a freedom to the sea, and swimming in it. A power that could not be equalled. And she loved it. It had always calmed her, no matter what troubled her. After a short swim, she dressed again on the shore, and made her way back to the castle, and quickly up to their chambers. Her bare feet padded across the stone floor until she reached the bed, where she sat gently, putting her hand onto Ñolofinwë's shoulder. She closed her eyes, and in a moment her breathing deepened, as she willed her life-force, her healing power, and her strength into him, to mix with his own and help him to heal. She knew very well that she had been giving him a bit more than she should, and she was tired from it. But this was her husband, her beloved, her best friend, and she would give everything she had to have him back at her side.
When her eyes opened again, looking far wearier than she had only a few moments before, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his dark hair.
"My Lord," she said softly. "It is time to wake, and have some breakfast, if you will."