Post by Ringlin on Dec 18, 2006 3:34:15 GMT -5
It was common knowledge that the Elves from Tol Eressea, the Lonely Isle, in the Bay of Eldamar, came to Andustar, they brought many things to Numenor, from that Isle, not least the first White Tree.
Ringlin was drawn to Andustar , as he was drawn always to anything Elven, as a child might be drawn to something it knows it is not allowed. he was still young, for a Peredhil, he had made his choice, but knew not if he ever would be accepted among the full-blood Elves. Gil Galad certainly , in wrath, had told him to get hence. He might understand that, but it still smarted.
His eyes went to the beautiful ships which were berthed in the great harbor, like proud swans they were, the musical speech that came across the water, and from the quayside.
'' Suilad, mae govannen '' The voice behind him , made him spin around, his hands resting on his sword hilts . He was not familiar with the kindreds of the Elves, save the Noldor and had spent time with the Laiquendi, of Ossiriand and Lindon, who were a sub-branch of the Teleri - and looking at the long brown hair and hazel eyes of this Elf, but also feeling, unmistakably, and seeing the Light in his eyes, which he had seen on the rare occasions when the two eldest sons of Feanor had visited Ulfangs camp, he knew this one had lived in the Blessed Realm.
'' You are Noldoli? Is there some way I can help you? '' The Elf asked, his manner beautifully polite.
'' Mae govennen, hir nin '' Ringlin replied. ''... no, I thank thee, I was... only looking at the ships. ''
The bright eyes looked from him back to the swan-prowed ships, '' You have not seen them before? Are you perchance new come from Middle Earth? ''
Ringlin nodded '' Aye, I wanted to see... this island, and my steps lead me here, ''
'' You are an Exile? '' the Teleri asked, more gently, for that was what those Noldor were named who had left Aman, following the host of Feanor and Fingolfin and Finrod, against the wishes of the Valar and come back into the North of Middle earth.
'' No, I was born in Middle Earth '' Ringlin replied honestly, but feeling uncomfortable now, with these questions and th elf seemed to see that.
'' I would not pry for the world. But we see few Noldor now save in Lindon under Gil Galad, or in Eressea, . ''
The ice-blue eyes turned , as if impelled. '' What is it like...Aman? '' He asked.
'' No words in any tongue can desribe it, although when the Two trees were in bloom, the light that was before the sun and moon was greater than anything in these latter ages, '' the Teleri replied. '' But surely you may see it for yourself. ''
'' Perhaps ... one day '' Ringlin murmured.
'' the beaches of Eldamar are strewn with pale crystals and gems, tossed in the sand , the dust of the gems clings to the hair and clothes, there is no decay, no weariness, only beauty, and for us.. peace, ''
'' Peace '' Ringlin repeated. '' I search for some-one, hir nin, and until I find them, I cannot leave Middle Earth. ''
The Teleri looked at him and nodded, he thought he had descried, in those opaque and brilliant eyes a pain, and grief , but so many of those who had come back to Endor and been born there and sought in the wars of the first Age had suffered. It marked them, it was in their expressions, in their eyes. After the War, Eonwe, the Herald of the Valar had summoned all the Eldar to take ship to Aman, but not all had heeded the call.
'' Many people were separated in the tumults of those days, I hope you find whom you seek. But if ever you decide to sail , I come often to Andustar, my name is Leonesse of Avallone, which is the great Haven of Eressea. Ask for me here, my kinsfolk will know where I am ''
Ringlin did not often meet such courtesy, he wondered if it were pity from some-one who had seen other returnees and their suffering.
But I have not suffered ... only the shame of what my father did... and my sisters disapearance... he did not count the wandering and the loneliness as suffering, only as a natural part of life.
'' Hannon le, Hir Leonesse, '' He replied, after a moment, '' My name ... is Ringlin . ''
'' Whomever called you that , spoke rightly , yet I think you are not old, Ringlin of the Noldoli , to have eyes so cold. '' the Telerin mariner said. '' That is my ship The Silver Plume . Look for it when you come here, ''
'' I will, '' Ringlin bowed and then turned, loth to leave this place among the Elves, but needing to be alone, to think. No-one had ever offered to take him to Aman.... and yet would he be turned away? Earendil was not, and he was half mortal, but Earendils father was not Uldor the Accursed... and his twin... no.. he could not go yet...
Ringlin was drawn to Andustar , as he was drawn always to anything Elven, as a child might be drawn to something it knows it is not allowed. he was still young, for a Peredhil, he had made his choice, but knew not if he ever would be accepted among the full-blood Elves. Gil Galad certainly , in wrath, had told him to get hence. He might understand that, but it still smarted.
His eyes went to the beautiful ships which were berthed in the great harbor, like proud swans they were, the musical speech that came across the water, and from the quayside.
'' Suilad, mae govannen '' The voice behind him , made him spin around, his hands resting on his sword hilts . He was not familiar with the kindreds of the Elves, save the Noldor and had spent time with the Laiquendi, of Ossiriand and Lindon, who were a sub-branch of the Teleri - and looking at the long brown hair and hazel eyes of this Elf, but also feeling, unmistakably, and seeing the Light in his eyes, which he had seen on the rare occasions when the two eldest sons of Feanor had visited Ulfangs camp, he knew this one had lived in the Blessed Realm.
'' You are Noldoli? Is there some way I can help you? '' The Elf asked, his manner beautifully polite.
'' Mae govennen, hir nin '' Ringlin replied. ''... no, I thank thee, I was... only looking at the ships. ''
The bright eyes looked from him back to the swan-prowed ships, '' You have not seen them before? Are you perchance new come from Middle Earth? ''
Ringlin nodded '' Aye, I wanted to see... this island, and my steps lead me here, ''
'' You are an Exile? '' the Teleri asked, more gently, for that was what those Noldor were named who had left Aman, following the host of Feanor and Fingolfin and Finrod, against the wishes of the Valar and come back into the North of Middle earth.
'' No, I was born in Middle Earth '' Ringlin replied honestly, but feeling uncomfortable now, with these questions and th elf seemed to see that.
'' I would not pry for the world. But we see few Noldor now save in Lindon under Gil Galad, or in Eressea, . ''
The ice-blue eyes turned , as if impelled. '' What is it like...Aman? '' He asked.
'' No words in any tongue can desribe it, although when the Two trees were in bloom, the light that was before the sun and moon was greater than anything in these latter ages, '' the Teleri replied. '' But surely you may see it for yourself. ''
'' Perhaps ... one day '' Ringlin murmured.
'' the beaches of Eldamar are strewn with pale crystals and gems, tossed in the sand , the dust of the gems clings to the hair and clothes, there is no decay, no weariness, only beauty, and for us.. peace, ''
'' Peace '' Ringlin repeated. '' I search for some-one, hir nin, and until I find them, I cannot leave Middle Earth. ''
The Teleri looked at him and nodded, he thought he had descried, in those opaque and brilliant eyes a pain, and grief , but so many of those who had come back to Endor and been born there and sought in the wars of the first Age had suffered. It marked them, it was in their expressions, in their eyes. After the War, Eonwe, the Herald of the Valar had summoned all the Eldar to take ship to Aman, but not all had heeded the call.
'' Many people were separated in the tumults of those days, I hope you find whom you seek. But if ever you decide to sail , I come often to Andustar, my name is Leonesse of Avallone, which is the great Haven of Eressea. Ask for me here, my kinsfolk will know where I am ''
Ringlin did not often meet such courtesy, he wondered if it were pity from some-one who had seen other returnees and their suffering.
But I have not suffered ... only the shame of what my father did... and my sisters disapearance... he did not count the wandering and the loneliness as suffering, only as a natural part of life.
'' Hannon le, Hir Leonesse, '' He replied, after a moment, '' My name ... is Ringlin . ''
'' Whomever called you that , spoke rightly , yet I think you are not old, Ringlin of the Noldoli , to have eyes so cold. '' the Telerin mariner said. '' That is my ship The Silver Plume . Look for it when you come here, ''
'' I will, '' Ringlin bowed and then turned, loth to leave this place among the Elves, but needing to be alone, to think. No-one had ever offered to take him to Aman.... and yet would he be turned away? Earendil was not, and he was half mortal, but Earendils father was not Uldor the Accursed... and his twin... no.. he could not go yet...
