Child of the Stars

Of course there was a party to be held after one month had gone by since the birth. Hedwig and Fawkes had been kind enough to take announcements of the elfling’s birth to the other elf havens. Of their own accord, they made the offer to bring the leaders from the various havens here for the celebration. It also allowed for them to meet and discuss a few other things. They would all leave with seedlings of the Wiggentree, along with a few others that had been able to be cultivated. The bulk would remain within the greenhouses of Imladris and the Greenwood. Some required the more precise climate and others the infusion of magic that was guaranteed by Gilriant’s presence.

While they would have invited all the istari, neither phoenix was willing to go to Curunir. Perhaps not the most helpful of things when they were attempting to keep him from being corrupted. However no one could, or would, force a phoenix to do something they did not want to do. If he showed up he would be welcome. Difficult to form regular correspondence as other than Radagast, none had a place they were known to live as to send such. While they did have places they frequented, correspondence was sent there to wait for them.

Mithrandir managed to show up anyway. Perhaps it was his sense of knowing where and when to be somewhere. Perhaps it was the fact he tended to show up for celebrations. Either way, his presence was welcomed and included into the festivities. He was most fascinated by the collection of magical plants. While he of course had seen what they started over the past winter, Gilriant had managed to find and cultivate more. Though he and Elrond were deep in discussions as to what might be missing that would be most useful. So far each new plant had been accidental, rather than deliberate.

“I’ll talk to Yavanna.” Gilriant finally resolved. “She too I am to spend time with. So she may be willing to aid, she has in the past. Some plants would be too difficult to grow, and some require very careful handling.” A smile quirked up on his face. “After all, the cocoa trees she enjoyed greatly. I think some more plants to help with healing, even if they are a bit difficult, would be easy enough for nature spirits to handle. Este will be interested as well in such things.”

There were plenty of various sounds in Imladris, so the sounds of wheels on stone were easy to disregard. At least until a vine wrapped around his wrist. Looking down he saw Bob,with some sort of wheeled cart around his pot. The plant was using his vines to latch on to things and pull himself around, rattling in a very pleased way. “Who gave you that?” The plant just rattled and proceeded to wheel himself around the room, going to Elrond first to investigate.

“I’m not making you another one when you outgrow that pot. You are going to have to decide at some point where you want to live. Eventually you will be too big to easily move around.” The plant just gave an irritated rattle at him. “Yes you will get too big, you can’t just will yourself to stay small.” “I’m not so sure about that, weren’t you the elf that determined there was no way you were going to be taller than your brother, and you are not? Bob was made from your magic after all.” Haldir’s amused voice came from the doorway. “And before you ask, no I did not make the cart. I did however tell him Thranduil was still around here somewhere.” In response the rattling of Bob’s leaves increased. “No you cannot stalk the elven King.”

Elrond’s eyebrow twitched up at the conversation between his brother and the plant. “Is this a common occurrence?” Bob ignored the comment, continuing to explore the room. “Him stalking Thranduil or me losing an argument to plant?” “To be fair you lose arguments with Weasley as well.” Haldir replied. Mithrandir looked thoughtful. “Both are exposed to your magic, it's highly possible they are continuing to change. Though I would imagine there are limits.” With a deep sigh Gilriant looked over to Haldir. “Okay, incentive to not adopt anymore pets.” The marchwarden just smiled. “Considering they adopted you, I think you may not be the one in charge of that decision.”

“Have you considered that your magic creating such changes is because it is meant to?” Mithrandir’s observation gave them all pause. “You cannot be everywhere at once. You are perhaps creating future guardians for Middle Earth.” The room is quiet as they digest that thought. “I suppose it is possible. Something for me to meditate upon. For now there is a party for me to get ready for.” Looking over at the plant he moved to scoop it up, cart and all. At the rattling he just carried on. “You can free range when someone has the time to keep an eye on you. We are going to have to establish some boundaries as there are places you should not be going.”

Elrond watched his brother walk off still arguing with a plant. “Our world is changing, only time will tell what shape all of the changes will take. Yet, I hold no fear of them. Not knowing my brother’s heart and how he cares.” He paused before continuing, “Though we may be in for some interesting times.”

At the heart of the celebration Mellessin and Lindir held the place of honor. While typically Lindir was with those that entertained, all was left in Maglor’s hands for this evening. This was a celebration to honor the parents and the youngest among them, Aliramdir. The celebration would likely go for a full week. Faircoivar was happy to help with the entertainment as well, typically him on the harp and them on their violin. Gildor had of course arrived to also be part of the festivities and entertainment.

While some did notice the slight differences in the young elf’s appearance, it was not widely remarked upon. In some ways it was the perfect occasion to start to expose some of their changes to those outside Imladris. All of the focus was on the new life. For once, the heavy regard was off them, and it was a relief. They knew it wouldn’t last, but still it was nice to be more in the background than the forefront. There were a few that split their attention. Those that wanted to celebrate with them. Their family and of course Haldir, among others.

Thranduil took the opportunity during the various stages of celebration to settle near Elrond. The lord of Imladris had noted the elven king had indulged less in wine, and more in other beverages without alcohol. Which was a change from before. While his sibling hadn’t betrayed any confidences, they had at times asked for some general advice which gave him a little information. Long experience also told him some, for while the King of the Greenwood often rebuffed his offers of healing and help, Elrond could still pick up on a few things.

“While I must commend you on the strength of your sibling, could you not have installed a little more restraint in them? Or perhaps common sense?” Thranduil’s dry tone only made Elrond smile slightly. His observation of the young elf’s current state and use of the correct pronouns meant Elrond was more inclined to be relaxed about the conversation.“They are still young, more will come with time and experience.” The elven king shot him a look. “Legolas wasn’t nearly as much as a handful, though I fear he may be regressing some with their close association.” In other words Faircoivar was possibly a bad influence on the Greenwood’s prince. “I would be more than happy to send you home with a fine collection of teas I found helpful in times of stress, or headaches.”

“That would be appreciated, if not for me then for some of my staff.”

There was a beat and Thranduil continued, “Though when the dwarves start showing up in my forests, I take no responsibility for whatever happens.” Elrond’s lips twitched as he did his best to keep from laughing. “Yes well, those that are their family they would be most upset they would be harmed in any way.” An aggravated sigh escaped the elven King. “I have no idea where they picked up such proclivities.”

A more serious tone slipped into Thranduil’s voice, “Did they tell you about their reactions to being clipped by an orc’s arrow?” The mirth dropped away and Elrond focused on the elven King, his voice eerily calm. “No, I take it they recovered just fine, but you would not be bringing it up if there was no issue.” Thranduil’s lips pressed into a thin line before he continued. “They did, mostly because Hedwig swiftly corrected the issue with one of her tears. Though as I understand it due to her age she cannot afford to spend many of those.” The lord of Imladris inclined his head in understanding. “Indeed, that she felt the need to do so is disquieting.” The elven king’s response was laced with his concern. “I have never seen the poison spread so fast or have such a corrosive effect on someone before.”

“I see.”

While this may not be the most appropriate of places to be having this discussion, it did mean that Faircoivar was sufficiently distracted during it. It made them unlikely to try to downplay the incident. It also provided a cover with the celebration in full swing. “Thank you for telling me. While I very much doubt we can keep them from situations involving orcs in the future, we can take steps to be ready to deal with things.” Elrond also made a note that when he had the calming drought perfected to have Hedwig bring some to Thranduil. The king was likely to need it.

*

The celebrations eventually started to wind down, mostly. A jubilant air had infected all of the elf havens and was unlikely to settle for some time. Each select group of guests brought back the joy they shared about the new life with them to their respective homes. All elves were rejoicing, and many were also hoping. However there were responsibilities to get back to. So slowly, almost reluctantly, life in Imladris started to settle back into its typical rhythm.

Soon Faircoivar would need to go back to the Greenwood. Back to the training, the learning, the growing into their powers and gifts. The slow trickle of time in the back of their mind had not ceased. The underlying urge would call them back to such things. While breaks were all and good, there was a purpose. The more quickly they could grow in skill, the better their chance of stopping the corruption from spreading.

The night before they planned to depart once more, the family took to a new favored pastime. Quite by accident one night Gilriant discovered due to the depth of his bond with Elrond, he could share the music of the stars with him as well. Then Maglor joined in. Then they tested it with more than one person. While in theory this shouldn’t work, like many things for the young elf, because he wanted it he only needed to practice at it. Slowly the rest of the family through the depths of the connections with one or the others could connect with the links to listen. He still reserved the night of the winter solstice to share with just Haldir, but other nights the family and those closest to them were welcome to join.

They went to the same place Gilriant liked to work his magic, especially that which connected to the stars. The one balanced within the elements, always Fawkes nearby to help provide the fire. Lying down on their backs, staring up at the stars. Linked by hands and bonds to share the music and the joy of it. Hallows and Tindil typically stand guard to prevent any from intruding in the moment. While they didn’t do it all the time, it was always a special and cherished moment. Of course after Glorfindel joined in there may have been some jokes about blonds being a thing for the family. For some odd reason, joking about that had increased lately.

Gilriant was focused on maintaining and sharing that connection when there was the whisper of a disturbance. He couldn’t get up to see what it was, nor could most of the other family without disrupting the balance of the link. Haldir could as his connection with Gilriant was intense enough to easily slide in and out with the young elf’s guidance. Stepping away would just shift primary focus to the current matter rather than break the link completely. Though discovery of what exactly was behind it almost threw the young elf out of focus. Tindil had apparently herded Legolas up here.

As connected as they were, it was impossible to hide the varied reactions of the family, though they did blend together. Amusement, delight, curiosity, a strong thread of protectiveness, Gilriant really couldn’t decipher what came from who, or even his own feelings about it. There was a swift consideration from the group, and then a consensus was reached. The young elf scooted over to make some space and lifted a hand in Legolas’ direction. It was not entirely unprecedented to bring a guest along. Erestor, Lindir, Mellessin, they were among those that had been invited to try. Typically joining between Elrond or Gilriant depending on which they had the deeper bond of friendship with. Undoubtedly for the woodland prince, it was with the youngest of them.

Haldir must have explained enough because it wasn’t long before he felt Legolas take his hand and lay down next to him. Haldir laid back down on Legolas’ other side, taking the woodland princes’ other hand. Gently, Gilriant reached through the connection and slowly drew his friend in. He knew instantly when it worked, for the sheer sense of wonder and appreciation that started to flow.

With a faint smile Gilriant turned his focus back to the star-song. To keeping all connected so they could listen and enjoy it. Any thought as to why Tindil may have chosen to herd Legolas up here to join them could be contemplated later.

*

Tauriel had a splitting headache, that was the first thing she noticed. There was a nasty taste in her mouth and she definitely did not feel like opening up her eyes. But she wasn’t in her bed, and was apparently curled up around . . . . a pot? With a groan she tried to pull the blanket over her head that some kind soul had tucked around her and was rewarded with a chuckle. A very familiar chuckle. “Legolas?”

Blearily she picked up her head to see her friend with a steaming cup of tea in his hands. “Here, I thought you could use it. I had it made when you looked like you might be waking.” If that was something to help with the headache, Tauriel would definitely owe him. Sitting up all the way she accepted the mug carefully sipping it. “Eru bless you.” Yes it was definitely the tea to help with headaches. Folding her legs to sit cross-legged she closed her eyes again willing it to work. “You had quite the night.” She could feel him settle on a bench next to her.

Carefully opening her eyes she peered up at him as she was seated on the floor. “I’m starting to figure that out. The details are still a little fuzzy, what happened.?” She blinked and took in the room. “Oh, um, are these your rooms?” Legolas just smiled. “Yes, I had a little bit of difficulty getting you to cooperate after you overindulged in the celebration for the new elfling.” Tauriel did remember that, vaguely.

The Greenwood decided to celebrate all over again about the new elfling when they returned. She had decided to try to join the celebration as Tauriel. Apparently she was no better at handling alcohol as Tauriel than she did as Gilriant, pity. Well it was worth a shot, and definitely was a good lesson. She sort of remembered insisting that she couldn’t disappear into her typical rooms as that might give away everything. Why this became the acceptable alternative she had no idea. But she did remember something about plants, which would explain the pot.

Turning her focus on the plants that had taken residence in said container, and nearly dropped her tea. “Moondew!” Setting the cup to the side she immediately leaned in to examine the new plant. “I take it this is a good plant?” She looked at Legolas, seeing a soft smile on his face. “A very good one. Creating plants while inebriated could have gone much more badly. Both the nectar and the sap are very useful in healing potions.” Tauriel looks at the plant. “It blooms at night, hence the name. Elrond is going to be thrilled. I'll have to give him some and work on cultivating more.” “That would explain why you insisted you needed to protect them even while you were sleeping.” With a sheepish look she leaned back against the bench.

“I am so sorry. I should have refused after the first few drinks.” Legolas just smiled. “I don’t mind. It was amusing if nothing else.” She got a vague sense of amusement and concern from Haldir. Tauriel sent back sheepish reassurance. “Well at least I can have Hedwig pop me back into my own rooms, rather than try to explain this.”

“I’m sure no one noticed.” She shot him a look. “No one noticed you helping an elleth that had one too many to drink? That I very much doubt.” Instead of answering he studied her for a moment.

“I very much think with a little more experience you would have every right to wear archer’s braids. I’m sure Haldir could teach you. I am also more than willing to teach you as well.” That was quite the offer. Especially since she knew Legolas understood that part of Noldor culture. “I will keep that in mind for when you and Haldir decide I am fit for them.” More thoughts to shove into the to think about later pile. And she would. Later. For now best to focus on getting ready for the day.

*

“Why do you force Earendil to carry the Silmaril across the night sky?” While some might consider asking Manwe and Varda such a question to be impertinent, Faircoivar needed the answer to this. They may originally be here to learn from the Valar about the song and the will of Eru, was not this too part of it? “It is his task.” Manwe’s patient voice rumbled. “We spared his life and went to war with him against Melkor and his forces. For his valientry half elves were given the choice to be counted against men or elves.” Well that was the story he already knew but that didn’t explain everything.

“Why would they have not before? My uncles had immortal souls when they traveled between worlds and got stuck in the world of my birth. So obviously Eru considered those children worthy of it. Why should those of elven descent not be given the option? Are they not also part of the first born of Eru?” This had bothered them for some time. “Yet they are also of men, therefore have the gift of men. Which some do indeed consider a gift. Elros made the choice of men after all.”

“Did he?” Faircoivar couldn’t help but to question Manwe’s statement. This was another thing at times that left them feeling unsettled. “Or was he somehow nudged by the weaves of this world into the role that he thought would be the best of all of Ea? I struggle with that a bit, considering I am not Elrond’s twin and I still cannot fathom making a choice that would separate us and hurt my brother so.” With a sigh they shook their head. “Which is besides the point debating that when we cannot ask him is rather pointless. The point was, that was his choice, and his children were more of men than elves so I understand them not having it.” Faircoivar hesitated, and then asked what was really on their mind. “Why do you punish Earendil if he was such a hero? The war with Melkor certainly wasn’t caused by his actions, but by yours when you released him from Mandos’ Halls.”

That question clearly caught both Valar by surprise. Varda recovered first to ask,“Punishment, why do you call it a punishment?” Faircoivar lifted both eyebrows. “He is condemned to ferry the Silmaril every night across the sky. His task as you call it is not supposed to end until the final battle. It has already been millenia, it will likely be many more before this happens. He may be a half elf, but he is still counted among elves who need their connections and families. It certainly is not a reward. It’s no wonder his song is so sad and lonely.” There was quiet while they digested that. “Men perhaps need those connections just as badly, if not more for they do not have the bonds elves do with our close kin.”

“You blame us for what Melkor did.” While Manwe framed it as a statement, Faircoivar still answered the question. “You hold the Feanorians accountable for being manipulated by him and taking the oath that forced them to carry out horrendous deeds. Yes, they do bear some responsibilities for their choices, but they were also under the influence of someone with a great deal more power than them. You are at least closer in abilities. So if the Feanorians should be held accountable, so should you.” Again silence while they considered their words.

“Earendil’s task has made him the Star of Hope for the elves and men. Something they use for guidance. Would you have that end?” It was understandable that Varda might be a bit more focused on stars. “In the world of my birth, my grandfather was given the name Polaris, after a guiding star. Only it did not move across the sky. Instead it was a fixed point. Why not leave it so in the sky so all know where to find it, always?”

“You would disrupt their current balance?” Manwe’s voice rumbled, much like the thunder in the sky. No real threat to it, but still the strong presence of it could hint at an ominous feeling. “It’s already disrupted.” At that Faircoivar had to pause, for they did not expect to say such a thing. Yet, they were meant to keep the Balance, so if something were off, they should know. “What do you mean by that?” Manwe demanded. “I am unsure, but somehow I know this to be true.” They could feel the two Valar communicate between themselves, catching the faint edge of it. So they waited.

“You are the Keeper of Balances, so if you say they are out of Balance then we agree they must be. You are also the one best suited to find out the why and how to rectify it.” While this wasn’t exactly a shocking statement, they had a sinking feeling in their stomach. “If you find a way to put them back into balance, and it includes making Gil-Estel a fixed point, this will be allowed.”

This was both a catastrophe and a triumph playing right into what they wanted to do. If they could solve this and have all three in their keeping, the Oath would break. Atya would not be pleased that they were seeking, but Elrond might. Their brother wanted to free their relatives as much as they did. There was just one more thing Faircoivar might as well bring up. “I accept this task and ask that I be permitted to talk about it at least in a limited fashion. I am young and would seek the wisdom and knowledge of others to aid in this task.” After a beat of consideration Manwe inclined his head. “Granted.”

“I also ask, when this is complete, that I be allowed to take Narinzel back to the Greenwood.” Manwe gave them a long look. “The first-born belong here, in the undying lands.” Faircoivar spread their hands. “I do not argue against that. I argue that a silvan elf, as she is, also belongs in the east with her husband. Keeping them apart is harmful and cruel to both. I also would like to put out, she did a deed as great, if not greater than Glorfindel, one you did send back. She risked not just her life, but her very fea, to protect her people.” Okay mostly to protect her husband and son but also her people.

“What you request will be considered. This also requires that Narinzel is ready to be re-embodied by that time.” Faircoivar gave Manwe a slight smile. “I am aware, and healing is something she is working hard for.” Their smile widened. “You may want to consider granting the request simply so you don’t have to deal with her trying to find her own way across.” Varda’s laugh in response was like the chiming bright bells in starlight.

Okay, they just needed to figure out why the Silmarils were out of balance. Devise a way to put them back into balance, including what might be the best way to make Gil-Estel a fixed point. Get Narinzel healed to the point her fea could support a new hroa. All while learning and developing what they could do. In the process they should be able to fulfill the oath, freeing eight feanorians from it. As a side benefit free their brother’s birth-father from a lonely task he had been at for far too long.

To some it might have been an impossible challenge, yet look how far they had come. From a young wizard devastated and hurting in the aftermath of a war, to a beloved elf. One that had family, friends, a bonded partner and so much to look forward to in life. They were responsible for helping the balance of Ea, but that appealed to their desire to help. Just sitting around and being passive wasn’t in them to do. Learning wasn’t being passive, nor growing up. It was the foundation of what was to come.

Some might say they were taking on too much. At least they wouldn’t be bored.