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17 July 2011 @ 05:10 am
Fic: ‘Lost under the stars.’  
Title: Lost under the stars.
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Rating: (G)
Time Period: First Age: the Elven migration, from Middle-earth to Valinor.
Summary: The moment he is enchanted.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

The meeting of Elwë Singollo and Melian has been in the back of my mind for a few days (nearer a week) and it’s been very vivid. So, I’ve written it in an attempt to exorcise it and know this is the beginning of a trio of stories of first meetings within the same family tree: Elwë and Melian; Beren and Lúthien; Arwen and Aragorn.

Although the first two are from a book, I can see them vividly as though they were scenes from a film and the below could possibly fit into the movieverse.

With the exception of the original characters created purely for the purpose of the story, all characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


Trees cluster round. The sky above is clear; stars glimmer brightly, caressing the leaves and the trunks of the forest below. The path underfoot is newly trod, his own feet making it as he walks toward the camp of his friend.

In the twilit wood, song is heard, hushed and sweet. First one voice, then another until the spaces between the trees are filled with the glorious notes; the melody wraps around the boughs lifted toward the starlit sky. The Elf stops, his head tilts and he wonders at the evensong filling the otherwise quiet woods. Underneath the birdsong, he hears another voice; it soars to the heavens and complements the nightingales whose refrain lulls and beguiles the senses.

His feet stray from the path he had set himself. He forgets the people behind and the friend whom he sought. The music beckons and he follows until he reaches a clearing where he can see the stars clearly above but he does not raise his eyes; his gaze has been caught by the source of the song that had enchanted his feet from their path.

He reaches out, stepping free of the darkness. She accepts, his hand within hers when he comes close. He is caught, as is she. The song in the woods swells, bright with joy. Neither hear the cries seeking him as they stand, each caught by the other. The stars dance above, silent witnesses to their meeting.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on July 17th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
Oh wow. This is so awesome; I love 'older times' stories; stories set before the main body of fandom.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on July 17th, 2011 03:03 pm (UTC)
That's good to know!