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B2MeM 2012: A Spirit in Shadows  by Mirach

37. Tapestries: Thingol and Melian

There was an image of Melian and Thingol, standing silent in the woods as the pale flowers of niphredil blossomed at their feet, and golden corn ripened - the corn of Valinor from which she later baked the first lembas. They were lost in each other's eyes.

And the same expression was in the eyes of a silver-haired elven lord, who watched the depiction of himself and his queen. He never let his eyes of the tapestry, looking at Melian's face with the same love that could be seen in the face of his woven picture.

There were other tapestries around - The Dwarves working in the thousand caves of Menegroth, the creation of Nauglamír. Melian welcoming them in their halls, although she told him earlier that her heart warns her. He did not listen. His own death by their hands, caused by his own pride… But now, he did not seem to mind the other tapestries - he only had eyes for this one…

And in the same time, Melian was waiting for him in the gardens of Irmo in Lórien, for her love was enduring through all the ages of Arda, just like the love of her daughter who long ago passed behind the circles of the world. She met several of those she knew in Doriath, looking for healing of fëa or hröa in Irmo's garden, those who came through the Sea and those who came through Mandos. But the one she awaited so wistfully did not come yet. She was patient, though…


He stepped away, somehow feeling like intruding upon the scene. It reminded him on something, but on what, he did not know, and se he continued down the corridor, going from one tapestry to another and observing the scenes they depicted.





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