Played by:
AelKennyr Rhano
With long legs, long strides are made, and as the graceful Lord of the Teleri, Olwe, makes his way down the gangplank of the not yet completed swanship, the breeze off the waters bringing the smell of the sea, the promise of home mingled in the smell of fish and salt, ruffling his hair and raising it in silver strands about his face and eyes. In a careless gesture, the high king of the Teleri lifts an elegant, finely tapered hand up to tuck long strands behind his ear and pull others away from his sea-blue eyes.
Behind him, the voices of the sea merchant Nole and the shipwright as they continued to talk of the the passage home became a soft, lyric buzz, the words clear but unnoticed by Olwe. His mind is on the tavern, and the refugees from the Blue Mountains. Surely the larger vessel will give the Khazad a greater sense of comfort and security, ease their mind about the sea voyage to the Swanhaven.
The worn serviceable boots make a ringing slap against the stones as Olwe crosses the forge and then the wide expanse of the work area of the shipyard. Idly glancing about the area, his blue eyes light upon the wreckage of the swanship which brought Miro's parents to the elven seaport. The mast, splintered, still peered out above twisted brush and saplings off a corner of the shipyard. Coming to a stop, his blue eyes narrow, staring at the mast. Then, with a nod, he turns away from his intended path and heads instead to the brush and brambles and the wreckage of the swanship.
Carefully, he picks his way among the weeds, thistle and brambles, reaching out as he reaches the broken ship to pull the vines and grasses, the saplings that had sprung up from the ground below the hull, curving their trunks to lovingly caress the ship, wood touching wood. Olwe pulls the last of the vines from the hull, and stretching out his hand, he runs his fingers across the wooden, ruined hull. Leaning in, he pauses and rests his palm against it. Malinornë wood. He blinks and draws in a breath.
Originally the Malinornë were found only in Valinor, but the Valar, overjoyed at the final arrival of the last and largest Eldar clan, the Teleri, to the Shining Lands that Blessed Yavanna herself encouraged the spread of the mighty trees to the Lonely Isle after Lord Ulmo anchored it in its final resting place. Malinornë trees were brought to the Atani of Númenor by elves , where they thrived and grew on the shores around the Bay of Eldanna. Even when the sacred white tree, Nimloth the Fair, whose fate was said to be tied to the line of kings, was chopped down and burned as a sacrifice to Melkor, still the mighty Malinornë trees survived, only being lost, finally, as the entire of Númenor sunk to the sea.
There are no Malinornë trees in Middle Earth, not to Olwe's knowledge. This wood came from only one place.
Slowly he walks the length of the hull, pauses at gaping hole and peers into the shallow hold of the ship, running a thumb across the jagged edge of the hole. His blue eyes focus on the splintered wood, paint curled and peeling a little. He stands back up and quickens his steps, moving around to where the deck pressed into the earth, sinking, being swallowed by the wild green. There, the railing and the paneling of the cabin is Taniquelassë wood from the fragrant evergreen tree, and now as he looks, other wood known and found in...
Tol Eressea. All the wood, it came from Tol Eressea. Just like the design of the swanship itself. This is a ship made in Tol Eressea...or in Alqualonde with wood from the lonely isle, which means...
It is a Teleri ship.
Slowly Olwe completes his circuit of the ship and looks off in the direction of the swanship locked upon the barrel frame, the creation of a young elf who must be Teleri. It was the only logical conclusion. His blue eyes narrow as his gaze rests across the expanse of the shipyard. The shipwright is of Teleri descent. So, Olwe asks himself..who..who is he?
And who were his parents?