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Fifi Wickentower
Linfea Nensule, Manwe's Ocean Wind, was playing with the waves off the coast of a small island. She would skim lightly over the surface of the peaceful waters and enjoy the salty spray as it responded to her increases and decreases in speed; sometimes spraying high and wide and others only a small spitting of salty water. It didn't matter, she just enjoyed the frolic and had no thought other than the moment and the water and the air.
Overhead the sea birds played among the air currents that she created, gliding softly on the gentle tufts of air allowing the air to move them about. When she saw that one bird was different than the others . . . this bird is not a regular bird of the sea and it seemed to be in quite a hurry, The wings were flapping with speed and he was moving against the currents of air she had set up for her play.
"I know this bird" she said to no one in particular (for there were none to hear her anyway). "Why this is the great hawk, Voronwe. What brings him so far and in such a hurry?"
And, looking up, she also saw one of the great swans of Alqualonde, home of King Olwe, the Leader of the Teleri Elves and one of the few remaining Eldar from the original time shortly after the Great Song (in which she had a small part) flying in the same direction as Voronwe..
"This is most unusual," she said, still to herself. "I am growing most curious. What in Illuvatar would cause such unusual behavior". Still watching the labored movement of the great birds she sniffs at the air a frown passing fleetingly across her face. "That is smoke I perceive, very faint but there are none out here to make fire." And turning this way and that, she saw bits of charred parchment floating atop the gentle water where she had been at play.
Putting her hands out she caught a couple of small fragments, which stuck easily to her hands. Looking very closely she could just make out a few letters. "pra, Iatar, Manw, Olw . . ." she reads from the charred and soggy bits of parchment.
Becoming very still, so still that the surface of the great ocean became like glass, Manwe's Wind was then able to hear the faint and distant sounds of a harp. "Ahhh, the lovely music that I do so love." Staying still for just a moment more (for she was rarely at rest), she glanced around, and, nodding to herself ( for still there were none else), rose up into the sky and hastened toward Taniquetil.
"Surely Lord Manwe should know of this most unusual occurrence. I will fly to him and bring the birds with me. It has been far too long since I have been home to the Sacred Mountain and rested in the Palace of our High Lord. Perhaps it is nothing. Or perhaps it is something. But surely it is not for me to decide".
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