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Cinnamon Raymaker
She rose higher and higher into the azure skies over the Swanhaven, hoping with all her heart she would come back and visit this place in the future. Onwards and upwards she flew on her quest to find the lands of her uncle's cousin, Queen Comet.
The form in which the Lady Elwing travelled was streamlined and sleek, perfect for long ocean crossings of this type. Her lithe birdlike form streaked through the sky in a shimmering of starspray, such as that which had been witnessed on the eve of her birth. She remembered back to the days of her childhood when she had felt warm and safe, trying not to recall the terrible details of the time when she faced the future alone.
As she continued on her long flight, she pondered on her great fortune in finding the mariner who had stolen her heart and fathered her twin sons. "Oh my beloved Eärendil," she thought to herself, "would that we could recapture some of those simpler times when we would laugh and play with our children!"
She fondly envisioned those days then felt a stab of sadness. "You have paid a great price for your courage and fortitude, my beloved. You made your choice for me and for that I will ever be grateful - though I do terribly miss your support and fortitude, especially at times like these."
Flying, flying, ever flying. On she flew with these thoughts echoing through her mind.
Gradually the light and warmth from the sun started to withdraw from the world, and small pinpoints of the stars began to pierce the darkening canopy of grey. For a while, all continued bathed in the calm of twilight. Then, without warning, a blackness blanketed the sky. The Lady Elwing panicked slightly, but pushed onward, ever onward, her resolve to complete her quest overtaking any sense of fear. She half expected the physical force from that same dark menace to start harassing her on this voyage, yet strangely, nothing occurred. This lightened her heart somewhat, and onward she flew in anticipation of seeing her beloved at the time of the heralding of dawn.
The form in which the Lady Elwing travelled was streamlined and sleek, perfect for long ocean crossings of this type. Her lithe birdlike form streaked through the sky in a shimmering of starspray, such as that which had been witnessed on the eve of her birth. She remembered back to the days of her childhood when she had felt warm and safe, trying not to recall the terrible details of the time when she faced the future alone.
As she continued on her long flight, she pondered on her great fortune in finding the mariner who had stolen her heart and fathered her twin sons. "Oh my beloved Eärendil," she thought to herself, "would that we could recapture some of those simpler times when we would laugh and play with our children!"
She fondly envisioned those days then felt a stab of sadness. "You have paid a great price for your courage and fortitude, my beloved. You made your choice for me and for that I will ever be grateful - though I do terribly miss your support and fortitude, especially at times like these."
Flying, flying, ever flying. On she flew with these thoughts echoing through her mind.
Gradually the light and warmth from the sun started to withdraw from the world, and small pinpoints of the stars began to pierce the darkening canopy of grey. For a while, all continued bathed in the calm of twilight. Then, without warning, a blackness blanketed the sky. The Lady Elwing panicked slightly, but pushed onward, ever onward, her resolve to complete her quest overtaking any sense of fear. She half expected the physical force from that same dark menace to start harassing her on this voyage, yet strangely, nothing occurred. This lightened her heart somewhat, and onward she flew in anticipation of seeing her beloved at the time of the heralding of dawn.
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Onward, ever onward, she flew in the hope her quest would take her to her beloved, as well as allowing her to seek news of her dear uncle. So deep in thought was she, the Lady Elwing was startled when she espied the rosy fingers of dawn reaching across the sky. Her stomach gave a small growl from hunger, and her mouth felt parched from having spent so many hours without quenching her thirst - the taste and smell of sea salt almost overpowering her senses. Yet, somehow, through the sense of urgency driving her ever onward, she continued to flap those wings which were gradually made heavier and heavier with fatigue. Her mind dulled with lack of sleep, and the realisation that she had traversed throughout the night, the Lady Elwing mentally shook herself to return her thoughts to her urgent mission.
She was greatly alarmed when from out of nowhere, a strange prickly sensation assailed her. It was as though a shock of energy had cut across the sky and entered her body, starting through her feet, her legs and then rushing upward and washing through her body and soul. She had felt that shock only once before, when the silmaril, which she had valiantly rescued and then taken into the sea, had fallen from sight of the world into the realm of the Lord Ulmo, to be saved from those who had massacred her family.
As this realisation hit her, the physical force from that dark menace, which had crushed her during her last flight, slammed into her yet again - driving all breath from her body. She felt that unstoppable feeling of despair rising in her belly as she sensed herself again plummeting towards the earth below. In her mind she called out to the guardians of the world, including her benefactor, Lord Ulmo, Singer of the Waves, then saw only blackness as she lost all conscious thought.
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