AelKennyr Rhiano
Rising up from the water, he summons the Lord of the Teleri and hears his reverent, "I come, my Lord."He is known by Ulmo, "he who pours," King of the Seas. He was one of the chief architects of the world, one of the Aratar. In power, second only to Manwe himself, he kept to himself beneath the waters of the ocean and nothing happened in the world but that Ulmo knew of it. Between The Lord of the West and the Lord of Waters was a firm friendship, such that Ulmo's brow furrows as he waits for Olwe to come down to the docks. This is a troubling time, and although Darkness has fallen upon the earth time and time again in the past, the mighty Valar is troubled by the thought that perhaps none of them know where events will take the creation of Great Song, not even the Lord of Winds.
For now, though, he feels the bright presence of the Lord of the Teleri, and is astonished by how much he had missed sensing that warm essence. He who lived solitary in his palace Ullmonan, attended upon but not espoused, he would not have considered the formation of special attachments between himself and any of the Children. But yet he had. Elwing's consciousness is a cool tranquil pool of reverence and affection. The sailor Nole has a presence like the sea at low tide; steady, constant. And there was Olwe. Olwe as he first met Ulmo, after the Teleri searched in vain for Elu Thingol, who had vanished, smitten with the Maia Melian, who left the gardens of Lorien. There, in Beleriand, Ulmo did have speech with Olwe, who trembled at the majesty of the Vala, for fearful he was to behold and he knew not in those days what fear his form caused in the Children, but Olwe stood his ground. "He is my brother,"Olwe had protested. "To leave him would be faithless."
"To stay for his sake alone is faithless to your people," answered Ulmo, and he saw the pain, the dilemma in the Teleri's eyes.
"I am no king, " answered Olwe. "I am no ruler of people."
And Ulmo, in a great wave of compassion for the forsaken elf, bereft of his brother, fashioned a circle of from the metal of a rock which fell to Middle Earth and smoothed and polished it with the pounding of waves. Plucking three pearls from the sea bed he affixed them to the circlet. Gently the Lord of Waters set the circlet upon his brow. "Thou are not yet a king," he told the Teleri elf, "but in time to come, ere you set foot upon the shores of the West, much will you have grown, and then shall you be king, in truth, trust and wisdom. But by this circlet shall you be reminded of that day to come and ever after. For the band of metal shall ever rest upon thy brow as reminder of the perfect trust and service that should be betwixt king and people. Three Pearls I have placed to remind thee that thy people come last to the Undying Lands, the third to make the journey, but you and yours shall be all the more loved for the wait. In time, Olwe, you shall look back upon this day and all days to follow and see how this journey shall temper both you and yours, shall polish you until you gleam like a pearl of great worth."
Olwe had gazed up at the fearful aspect of Ulmo, his eyes wide and his face full of wonder, and the mighty Vala returned the gaze with kindness surprising to him. "I shall do as you have bid, my Lord, " said Olwe, simply.
Was it because of this Children of illuvatar that the ages had seen him gentle his appearance to them, or was it Elwing the White? He cannot recall.
There is a soft cough, calling Ulmo out of his reverie, he looks below, upon the docks of Alqualonde to see, gazing up at him, with the same seablue eyes displaying reverence and awe and...love..yes, love...was Olwe of Alqualonde, the circlet upon his brow, and an expression of great joy upon his face. "I am here, Lord Ulmo. What is thy will?"> Next