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Ilianor Illios and Shawn Daysleeper
All the songs were role-played
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| Manwë, Lord of the West, Breath of Arda |
None knew better than the Winds of Manwë Súlimo his kindness and his compassion save his Herald, the greatest in Arms in all of Arda and, along with the handservant of Varda, Ilmarë. Eönwë, who bears the banner of the Lord of the West, who serves as the Voice of the Breath of Arda knew well the heart of the eldest of the Ainur. Such was his kindness he did not at first understand the evil housed within his brother Melkor, and only the Herald Eönwë could guess at the pain it caused the Lord of the West to cast his own brother into the Void, despite the pain, corruption and devastation Melkor caused.
Now Eönwë hastens to the hall where Manwë often retires when he seeks the company of his Winds and the solace that music and their bright laughter and faithful service can bring.
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| Ainomë, Maia of the North Wind |
The Maiar looked up at her Lord. "Do you want that I should play for you, My Lord?"
"Yes, Ainome, please play for me," he says, smiling.
"Surely, my lord. I will sing for you. Allow me to find my harp. I will sing of the Creative thought of the Creation."
"Your music is wonderful. it soothes my mind, dear Wind." Under his watchful, warm gaze, the Maiar brings forth her harp and stool, and arranges herself before him with the grace and ease of a cool northern wind.
She looks about. "Are there other winds in the palace?" she asks, tuning her harp.
"There are other winds, yes. Other winds that roam the spheres of Arda, all of whom brought into this world through our song."
But then she turns her attention to the harp and the Lord of the West. "Can I tell a story, my Lord?""Please, do," answers Manwe.
Ainome: allow me think what can i tell to you
Manwe: "There are other winds yes, other winds that roam the spheres of Arda, all of whom brought into this world through our song."
"Allow me to think what I can tell to you," she said, musing. Then, with a strum of the harp, she begins her tale:
"Princess Alexandra lived in a small cottage on the south side of her father's castle. Actually she lived just outside the exterior wall, but on the inside of the moat. In fact King Drezdus was not really her father at all, which probably means that she wasn't a princess either. And perhaps this is the reason she lived outside of the castle wall, though it must have been an inconvenience for her as the drawbridge was on the North side of the castle. 'I get more sun and less noise here,' she told the man who brought her milk, though he thought shade would be preferable to keep the milk from spoiling.
"'I get more water and less dust here,' she told the baker, though he never thought that green bread would sell very well.
"She told the person who brought to her postals and missives, 'I get more letters and less visitors.' He thought himself pretty clever for having reduced the number of messages undelivered, effectively doubling his income.
"Every morning Princess Alexandra climbed the castle wall three minutes before the sun rose to get a better view. Though invariably the guard from the West tower found his way over there just as she was trying to find the most comfortable stone to sit on
"She normally would not have listened to him when he told her that she had to get off, but each time at just that moment his armor began to glow with such a brilliancy that she could only bow her head and climb back down. And thus it was that after fourteen years, Princess Alexandra had not once been able to watch the sun rise on her Father's kingdom. Which is a good thing, as she would probably have been so excited in seeing it that she would have forgotten where she was and lost her balance, in which case her chances would have been at least fifty in one hundred that she fall out of the castle, which would have meant that she would not be found again until well after noon when the one who brought her messages arrived.
"Thus Princess Alexandra managed to live from day to day due solely to the meticulousness of a young guard from the West tower who had fortunately been trained to shine his armor at least seven minutes before the break of day. And thus it was also that this same young guard of the West tower one morning noticed an unusual darkness against the rising sun, and happened to mention it to the royal page over a game of chess, thus saving the lives of King Drezdus and his caste, though at the time he never would have even imagined that it was a small flock of dragons."
Seeing the story was ended, Manwe spoke. "This story from the Children... as I hear these from you, I begin to see and understand their importance. They do touch me, as infallible as I may seem to be. Your wanderings of Arda brings me closer to them, their concerns and their troubles over the many years of the world."
"You can see all, my Lord," replies Ainome. "I can fight at your side, my Lord, but this is the time for you to relax here in your home." She runs her fingers across the strings of the harp, notes, sweet and pure, answer the movement of her hands.
"I can see all, but I may not feel all. You bring me their feelings through your song."
"Yes, the creative voice of Eru sings in me, and I am here to serve and help you, my Lord."
Music, piercing through to the heart and soul in its purity of tone, the gentle, clear voice of the Maia of the North Wind floating upon the very Winds of the Undying Lands, came to the ears of the Herald of the Most High Lord of the West, Eonwe. He pauses outside of the hall, allowing the music to flow over and through him, resonating deep within him, wherein lies the very Song of Creation. He can hear the soft, voice of Ainiome, speaking to the Lord of the West, and his calm, reassuring voice rising in falling in cadence as he answers. Eonwe bows his head, the music, the voices lulling, comforting. Then he raises his head, his face inscrutable as ever, and prepares to stride inside at his Lord's bidding.
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