[ The Trees grow tall and straight, and then the vision narrows. A tall young man - Maedhros, actually, has a little boy on his back - Maglor, by his grey eyes, and they are trying to snag a blossom from the silver tree, but even with one brother on the other's shoulders, they are both too short!
A shiver, a ripple, a bending of... something, and a Lady steps out of nowhere (or rather, substance is given to someone who was there all along). She is tall and her kirtle is the green of new leaves, and her hair is the brown of richly tilled soil, more tree than woman, for all she has the shape and form of an elvish woman. Both boys stutter, the elder bowing to her, and the younger hiding his face in his brother's hair. She laughs at them and cups the younger's face, and asks him what he's doing.
I wanted a flower for amil!
Cano! The elder gasps scandalised. Be more polite!
But the goddess laughs, fondly, the sound like the flutter of wings, and reaches up - and although she seemed no taller than them, she reaches the high branches easily and plucks one of the flowers - which are themselves far larger than the first vision suggested, and gives it to the boy. In his hands the blossom is like a bowl filled with light, and he gasps in delight, the elder bowing to her in gratefulness.
Thank you, for he would not but have anything less
Tis nothing - such a voice he has! I heard his Song wishing for this gift. Take care of your little songbird
I will
T'ank you Lady Yavanna! the boy pipes in a joyful treble, and she smiles at the both before turning and seemingly walks back into the fabric of the world. ]
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A shiver, a ripple, a bending of... something, and a Lady steps out of nowhere (or rather, substance is given to someone who was there all along). She is tall and her kirtle is the green of new leaves, and her hair is the brown of richly tilled soil, more tree than woman, for all she has the shape and form of an elvish woman. Both boys stutter, the elder bowing to her, and the younger hiding his face in his brother's hair. She laughs at them and cups the younger's face, and asks him what he's doing.
I wanted a flower for amil!
Cano! The elder gasps scandalised. Be more polite!
But the goddess laughs, fondly, the sound like the flutter of wings, and reaches up - and although she seemed no taller than them, she reaches the high branches easily and plucks one of the flowers - which are themselves far larger than the first vision suggested, and gives it to the boy. In his hands the blossom is like a bowl filled with light, and he gasps in delight, the elder bowing to her in gratefulness.
Thank you, for he would not but have anything less
Tis nothing - such a voice he has! I heard his Song wishing for this gift. Take care of your little songbird
I will
T'ank you Lady Yavanna! the boy pipes in a joyful treble, and she smiles at the both before turning and seemingly walks back into the fabric of the world. ]