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Shawn Daysleeper
Irmo, brother of Nienna and Mandos, walks the diamond-encrusted paths of Tirion upon Túna. The sky above is lit by the vast multitude of stars, which seem so close one could reach out and touch them. Irmo’s robes are the colour of the star-studded night and his hair flows long and black behind him. The white terraces reflect the echoes of song and the air is full of the smells of hundreds of flowers draped over the walls. Irmo’s heart fills with joy and he strode forward intuitively as his feet seek the source of the song.
Irmo’s eyes behold Ingwë and a company of Vanyar on a terrace. Ingwë ‘s brow glow with radiance and his hair shimmers in the starlight. The Firstborn were singing, but their voice falter as the dark-robed Vala approaches. Few of the Ainur appear among the Children these days. The Lord of Spirits and Manifestations speaks words to those before him, as is the custom of the Teleri. “I have come to learn the nature and spirit of your art. I desire to learn how to sing.” The Vanyar wear confused expressions, but Ingwë smiles, beckoning to the Vala and speaking to his mind “you are welcome among us, and we would be happy to teach you.”
Without any spoken word, the Firstborn sang. Their song filled the hollows of the land, the nectar-enriched air, and Irmo’s heart. Their song was of joy, sorrow, reflection, and beauty. After a time Irmo joins in, albeit rather clumsily and with much error. As the days passed in the mortal world, he improves his voice and song. Knowledgeable in the fact that the voice of the Teleri is even more captivating than those of the Vanyar, he redoubles his efforts. He knows that Nienna and his mission were vital, that the beauty of the Teleri must not perish from the world.
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Irmo’s eyes behold Ingwë and a company of Vanyar on a terrace. Ingwë ‘s brow glow with radiance and his hair shimmers in the starlight. The Firstborn were singing, but their voice falter as the dark-robed Vala approaches. Few of the Ainur appear among the Children these days. The Lord of Spirits and Manifestations speaks words to those before him, as is the custom of the Teleri. “I have come to learn the nature and spirit of your art. I desire to learn how to sing.” The Vanyar wear confused expressions, but Ingwë smiles, beckoning to the Vala and speaking to his mind “you are welcome among us, and we would be happy to teach you.”
Without any spoken word, the Firstborn sang. Their song filled the hollows of the land, the nectar-enriched air, and Irmo’s heart. Their song was of joy, sorrow, reflection, and beauty. After a time Irmo joins in, albeit rather clumsily and with much error. As the days passed in the mortal world, he improves his voice and song. Knowledgeable in the fact that the voice of the Teleri is even more captivating than those of the Vanyar, he redoubles his efforts. He knows that Nienna and his mission were vital, that the beauty of the Teleri must not perish from the world.
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