Maiden of the Sea: Part 7 - Power

Èríele slept fitfully on her bed, changed and dry, but her fair face was stained by her shed tears. She shivered slightly, having no covering over her.

She awoke suddenly at the sound of a loud crash of thunder and a bright flash of lightning.

Rising quickly, she opened her door and ran into the hall, seeing Isil approaching.

"Èríele, come quickly. We must go," Isil said hurriedly. "I was just coming to wake you."

"What, father? What is wrong?" Èríele asked, confused.

"A storm, my child. The worst the Teleri have ever seen. It is upon us with a vengeance and our ships and homes already begin to be destroyed. We must go to a lower level of this house. Come!"

Isil took his daughter's hand and started down the stairs with her, pulling her along with him.

Èríele pulled her hand away when they reached the bottom of the first flight.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No. I can stop this. I know I have the power to stop this!"

Her voice grew louder and more insistent.

"Èríele, are you mad? Come! It is not safe at this level of the house!"

Isil started to walk down the next flight of stairs, but Èríele turned and ran out of the main door of the house, heeding heither her father's shouts and pursuit, nor the driving rain and the flashes of lighting.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Isil followed his daughter as swiftly as he could, and for a short time, he kept up with her, but she was grown fleet of foot beyond belief, and the heavy, cold rain made it impossible to see her.

Where had she gone?

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Choppy, white-capped waves crashed against the shore, and dark, threatening clouds poured the rain from the sky, drenching Alqualondë.

Thunder crashed and boomed loudly from the heavens, followed quickly by lightning that sliced the sky in two.

And one lone, frail maid of the Quendi ordered it to stop. One Telerin Princess demanded all to cease.

"Listen to me!" Èríele shouted over the storm's howl. Then words unknown flowed from her lips unbidden, and as she stretched out her hands to the sky, she felt power coursing through them.

She watched in shock and surprise as the clouds slowly faded and disappeared altogether, leaving a clear night sky. She was awed when the waves calmed and were settled, leaving a still Sea. The rain ceased to beat down on the earth.

What magic is this? she wondered.

She looked out at the now-calm Sea, whispering, "Come to me! I know you are there. Come!"

Then beside her stood Ossë the Maia, hs blue eyes dull and pained.

Èríele gazed at him silently, her blue eyes pleading with his.

At last, she said softly, "Why have you done this? Our city would have been in ruins ere long."

Ossë lowered his head, black hair falling over his face.

Èríele took pity on him and stepped forward, closer to him. She reached out and brushed the hair away gently.

Ossëdrew in breath sharply when her soft fingers touched his face, and Èríele, thinking her presence unwelcome, almost pulled away from him.

"I made this storm hoping for a distraction for an aching soul, tormented by its desire that it cannot have. I made it as a distraction for that soul that is drowning in despair at the thought that, for an eternity, it must be separated from its one love," Ossë said, after a degree of hesitation.

Èríele murmured, "What do you mean? I do not understand your words."

For answer, Ossë slipped his arms around Èríele's slender waist and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. He breathed, "I love you."

Èríele pulled out of his embrace, startled. "What?" she gasped, caught off guard.

"I love you," he repeated, still quietly.

Èríele broke into a happy, beautiful smile, going back into his strong, comforting arms again. "I love you, too," she whispered in reply, laying her golden head against his broad chest.

Èríele was still, enjoying the feel of his arms around her for a moment, and then she lifted her head to look Ossë in the eye. "But has it not been written, 'Let a creature cleave unto its own kind'? Alas that we are different."

Ossë met her gaze, saying, "Aye, it has been written. But Èríele, could a bird love a fish? No. No, this was meant to be. The love I feel for you could not be a mistake. And we are not so very different, you and I. You now have powers like, if not greater than, mine. Surely that is a sign of approval from Ilúvatar."

"Yes, perhaps it is. Yet I do not understand it. When I commanded the storm to stop.. Words came from my mouth in a language that I knew not, now have ever heard."

Ossë smiled at his love. "It was the language of the water,

Èríele slept fitfully on her bed, changed and dry, but her fair face was stained by her shed tears. She shivered slightly, having no covering over her.

She awoke suddenly at the sound of a loud crash of thunder and a bright flash of lightning.

Rising quickly, she opened her door and ran into the hall, seeing Isil approaching.

"Èríele, come quickly. We must go," Isil said hurriedly. "I was just coming to wake you."

"What, father? What is wrong?" Èríele asked, confused.

"A storm, my child. The worst the Teleri have ever seen. It is upon us with a vengeance and our ships and homes already begin to be destroyed. We must go to a lower level of this house. Come!"

Isil took his daughter's hand and started down the stairs with her, pulling her along with him.

Èríele pulled her hand away when they reached the bottom of the first flight.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No. I can stop this. I know I have the power to stop this!"

Her voice grew louder and more insistent.

"Èríele, are you mad? Come! It is not safe at this level of the house!"

Isil started to walk down the next flight of stairs, but Èríele turned and ran out of the main door of the house, heeding heither her father's shouts and pursuit, nor the driving rain and the flashes of lighting.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Isil followed his daughter as swiftly as he could, and for a short time, he kept up with her, but she was grown fleet of foot beyond belief, and the heavy, cold rain made it impossible to see her.

Where had she gone?

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Choppy, white-capped waves crashed against the shore, and dark, threatening clouds poured the rain from the sky, drenching Alqualondë.

Thunder crashed and boomed loudly from the heavens, followed quickly by lightning that sliced the sky in two.

And one lone, frail maid of the Quendi ordered it to stop. One Telerin Princess demanded all to cease.

"Listen to me!" Èríele shouted over the storm's howl. Then words unknown flowed from her lips unbidden, and as she stretched out her hands to the sky, she felt power coursing through them.

She watched in shock and surprise as the clouds slowly faded and disappeared altogether, leaving a clear night sky. She was awed when the waves calmed and were settled, leaving a still Sea. The rain ceased to beat down on the earth.

What magic is this? she wondered.

She looked out at the now-calm Sea, whispering, "Come to me! I know you are there. Come!"

Then beside her stood Ossë the Maia, hs blue eyes dull and pained.

Èríele gazed at him silently, her blue eyes pleading with his.

At last, she said softly, "Why have you done this? Our city would have been in ruins ere long."

Ossë lowered his head, black hair falling over his face.

Èríele took pity on him and stepped forward, closer to him. She reached out and brushed the hair away gently.

Ossëdrew in breath sharply when her soft fingers touched his face, and Èríele, thinking her presence unwelcome, almost pulled away from him.

"I made this storm hoping for a distraction for an aching soul, tormented by its desire that it cannot have. I made it as a distraction for that soul that is drowning in despair at the thought that, for an eternity, it must be separated from its one love," Ossë said, after a degree of hesitation.

Èríele murmured, "What do you mean? I do not understand your words."

For answer, Ossë slipped his arms around Èríele's slender waist and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. He breathed, "I love you."

Èríele pulled out of his embrace, startled. "What?" she gasped, caught off guard.

"I love you," he repeated, still quietly.

Èríele broke into a happy, beautiful smile, going back into his strong, comforting arms again. "I love you, too," she whispered in reply, laying her golden head against his broad chest.

Èríele was still, enjoying the feel of his arms around her for a moment, and then she lifted her head to look Ossë in the eye. "But has it not been written, 'Let a creature cleave unto its own kind'? Alas that we are different."

Ossë met her gaze, saying, "Aye, it has been written. But Èríele, could a bird love a fish? No. No, this was meant to be. The love I feel for you could not be a mistake. And we are not so very different, you and I. You now have powers like, if not greater than, mine. Surely that is a sign of approval from Ilúvatar.

"Yes, perhaps it is. Yet I do not even understand it. When I wanted the storm calmed.. Words came to me in a language I knew not, nor have ever heard."

Ossë smiled at his love. "It was the language of the water,

Èríele slept fitfully on her bed, changed and dry, but her fair face was stained by her shed tears. She shivered slightly, having no covering over her.

She awoke suddenly at the sound of a loud crash of thunder and a bright flash of lightning.

Rising quickly, she opened her door and ran into the hall, seeing Isil approaching.

"Èríele, come quickly. We must go," Isil said hurriedly. "I was just coming to wake you."

"What, father? What is wrong?" Èríele asked, confused.

"A storm, my child. The worst the Teleri have ever seen. It is upon us with a vengeance and our ships and homes already begin to be destroyed. We must go to a lower level of this house. Come!"

Isil took his daughter's hand and started down the stairs with her, pulling her along with him.

Èríele pulled her hand away when they reached the bottom of the first flight.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No. I can stop this. I know I have the power to stop this!"

Her voice grew louder and more insistent.

"Èríele, are you mad? Come! It is not safe at this level of the house!"

Isil started to walk down the next flight of stairs, but Èríele turned and ran out of the main door of the house, heeding heither her father's shouts and pursuit, nor the driving rain and the flashes of lighting.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Isil followed his daughter as swiftly as he could, and for a short time, he kept up with her, but she was grown fleet of foot beyond belief, and the heavy, cold rain made it impossible to see her.

Where had she gone?

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Choppy, white-capped waves crashed against the shore, and dark, threatening clouds poured the rain from the sky, drenching Alqualondë.

Thunder crashed and boomed loudly from the heavens, followed quickly by lightning that sliced the sky in two.

And one lone, frail maid of the Quendi ordered it to stop. One Telerin Princess demanded all to cease.

"Listen to me!" Èríele shouted over the storm's howl. Then words unknown flowed from her lips unbidden, and as she stretched out her hands to the sky, she felt power coursing through them.

She watched in shock and surprise as the clouds slowly faded and disappeared altogether, leaving a clear night sky. She was awed when the waves calmed and were settled, leaving a still Sea. The rain ceased to beat down on the earth.

What magic is this? she wondered.

She looked out at the now-calm Sea, whispering, "Come to me! I know you are there. Come!"

Then beside her stood Ossë the Maia, hs blue eyes dull and pained.

Èríele gazed at him silently, her blue eyes pleading with his.

At last, she said softly, "Why have you done this? Our city would have been in ruins ere long."

Ossë lowered his head, black hair falling over his face.

Èríele took pity on him and stepped forward, closer to him. She reached out and brushed the hair away gently.

Ossëdrew in breath sharply when her soft fingers touched his face, and Èríele, thinking her presence unwelcome, almost pulled away from him.

"I made this storm hoping for a distraction for an aching soul, tormented by its desire that it cannot have. I made it as a distraction for that soul that is drowning in despair at the thought that, for an eternity, it must be separated from its one love," Ossë said, after a degree of hesitation.

Èríele murmured, "What do you mean? I do not understand your words."

For answer, Ossë slipped his arms around Èríele's slender waist and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. He breathed, "I love you."

Èríele pulled out of his embrace, startled. "What?" she gasped, caught off guard.

"I love you," he repeated, still quietly.

Èríele broke into a happy, beautiful smile, going back into his strong, comforting arms again. "I love you, too," she whispered in reply, laying her golden head against his broad chest.

Èríele was still, enjoying the feel of his arms around her for a moment, and then she lifted her head to look Ossë in the eye. "But has it not been written, 'Let a creature cleave unto its own kind'? Alas that we are different."

Ossë met her gaze, saying, "Aye, it has been written. But Èríele, could a bird love a fish? No. No, this was meant to be. The love I feel for you could not be a mistake. And we are not so very different, you and I. You now have powers like, if not greater than, mine. Surely that is a sign of approval from Ilúvatar."

"Perhaps it is. I do not even understand it yet. When I wanted the storm calmed, words came to me in a language I knew not, now have ever heard before."

Ossë smiled at his love. "It was the language of the water. The only language the water understands or obeys is its own. Since time began, it was this way. And I believe it always will be."

Èríele laughed softly. He seems so old, so wise, she mused. I am not worthy of him.

Ossë released

Èríele slept fitfully on her bed, changed and dry, but her fair face was stained by her shed tears. She shivered slightly, having no covering over her.

She awoke suddenly at the sound of a loud crash of thunder and a bright flash of lightning.

Rising quickly, she opened her door and ran into the hall, seeing Isil approaching.

"Èríele, come quickly. We must go," Isil said hurriedly. "I was just coming to wake you."

"What, father? What is wrong?" Èríele asked, confused.

"A storm, my child. The worst the Teleri have ever seen. It is upon us with a vengeance and our ships and homes already begin to be destroyed. We must go to a lower level of this house. Come!"

Isil took his daughter's hand and started down the stairs with her, pulling her along with him.

Èríele pulled her hand away when they reached the bottom of the first flight.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No. I can stop this. I know I have the power to stop this!"

Her voice grew louder and more insistent.

"Èríele, are you mad? Come! It is not safe at this level of the house!"

Isil started to walk down the next flight of stairs, but Èríele turned and ran out of the main door of the house, heeding heither her father's shouts and pursuit, nor the driving rain and the flashes of lighting.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Isil followed his daughter as swiftly as he could, and for a short time, he kept up with her, but she was grown fleet of foot beyond belief, and the heavy, cold rain made it impossible to see her.

Where had she gone?

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Choppy, white-capped waves crashed against the shore, and dark, threatening clouds poured the rain from the sky, drenching Alqualondë.

Thunder crashed and boomed loudly from the heavens, followed quickly by lightning that sliced the sky in two.

And one lone, frail maid of the Quendi ordered it to stop. One Telerin Princess demanded all to cease.

"Listen to me!" Èríele shouted over the storm's howl. Then words unknown flowed from her lips unbidden, and as she stretched out her hands to the sky, she felt power coursing through them.

She watched in shock and surprise as the clouds slowly faded and disappeared altogether, leaving a clear night sky. She was awed when the waves calmed and were settled, leaving a still Sea. The rain ceased to beat down on the earth.

What magic is this? she wondered.

She looked out at the now-calm Sea, whispering, "Come to me! I know you are there. Come!"

Then beside her stood Ossë the Maia, hs blue eyes dull and pained.

Èríele gazed at him silently, her blue eyes pleading with his.

At last, she said softly, "Why have you done this? Our city would have been in ruins ere long."

Ossë lowered his head, black hair falling over his face.

Èríele took pity on him and stepped forward, closer to him. She reached out and brushed the hair away gently.

Ossëdrew in breath sharply when her soft fingers touched his face, and Èríele, thinking her presence unwelcome, almost pulled away from him.

"I made this storm hoping for a distraction for an aching soul, tormented by its desire that it cannot have. I made it as a distraction for that soul that is drowning in despair at the thought that, for an eternity, it must be separated from its one love," Ossë said, after a degree of hesitation.

Èríele murmured, "What do you mean? I do not understand your words."

For answer, Ossë slipped his arms around Èríele's slender waist and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. He breathed, "I love you."

Èríele pulled out of his embrace, startled. "What?" she gasped, caught off guard.

"I love you," he repeated, still quietly.

Èríele broke into a happy, beautiful smile, going back into his strong, comforting arms again. "I love you, too," she whispered in reply, laying her golden head against his broad chest.

Èríele was still, enjoying the feel of his arms around her for a moment, and then she lifted her head to look Ossë in the eye. "But has it not been written, 'Let a creature cleave unto its own kind'? Alas that we are different."

Ossë met her gaze, saying, "Aye, it has been written. But Èríele, could a bird love a fish? No. No, this was meant to be. The love I feel for you could not be a mistake. And we are not so very different, you and I. You now have powers like, if not greater than, mine. Surely that is a sign of approval from Ilúvatar."

"Perhaps so. Yet I do not even understand it.. When I wanted the storm calmed, words came to me in a language I knew not, nor have ever heard."

Ossë smiled at his love. "It was the language of the water, revealed to you when you were given your power. The only language the water understands or obeys is its own. Since time began, it was this way. I believe it always will be."

Èríele laughed softly. He seems so old, so wise. I cannot be worthy of him, she mused.

Ossë took Èríele's cool hand in his, saying, "Come, I willwalk with you back to your father's dwelling. I am sure he will be worried about you."

But as they turned around, they came face to face with Lord Isil, a worried frown on his face.

"Èríele? Would you kindly introduce me to the good sir?"


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