Quenta Eluwë-Chapter Six: Before the Unchaining of Melkor

by Jun 20, 2006Stories

After the passing of Míriel to the Halls of Mandos, Finwë did pass all his love to Fëanáro and as has been told, Fëanáro thrived in that great love and grew to become the greatest Child of Ilúvatar that was and will ever be.
In my love too, however, was the child of Finwë and I was in his! Many a day in his youth, when I would journey to the House of Finwë from high Taniquetil, Fëanáro would dash into my arms and excitedly tell me of a new thing he had discovered. Happy were those days of his youth, and even into later days was there a joy in our shared company. As he aged, he began crafting in earnest and much pride he had in showing me his early creations and works of skill. My encouragement, as well as Ingwë�s and Finwë�s, did he have, in the perfecting of the Tengwar.
In later years, he took to journeying throughout the Blessed Realm with me. One of the more memorable ventures that we made together was to Alqualondë, the realm of Olwë. Much impressed was Fëanáro with the white city of pearl, yet he thought it lacked for light still so the son of Finwë proclaimed then to King Olwë and the Swan Maiden of Alqualondë, E�rwen, �White and fair is the Haven of the Swans, but too little light illumines its beauty! To remedy this, my lord Olwë, I shall craft gems that claim the light of the stars and gift that light to Alqualondë and the Teleri. Light you shall have from me, this I promise!�
As it was said, it was so. Fëanáro did indeed craft gems that were added to the number made by the Noldor long ago to add to the light of Alqualondë. Of these gems, I have spoken to you before. But of such marvelous make were these jewels that I must describe them again. Set under the lights of Varda, they would burst into radiance like so many small stars in the Haven of the Swans, giving glorious light as if the very stars had descended into the city of the Teleri. Thankful of these gifts was Olwë and he pledged his everlasting friendship to the son of Finwë.
Little is known in this age, and verily even in ages past, of the works of Fëanáro to the good of Valinor before the madness came upon him. In his love was Manwë, the very same Vala that he so distrusted when the lies of Melkor poisoned his fëa. In an act of affection for the Elder King who had blessed him, he forged a scepter of silver, inset with sapphires. Much gratitude from Manwë was showered on the heir of Finwë. Indeed, Fëanáro gloried in the praise and attention of Manwë and Varda, Queen of the Stars, as well as the very Vanyar that he would come to hate so.
Beloved of Aulë too, was Fëanáro. Aulë praised his skill and gave him small hints as to the nature of crafting some works, but ever independent was Fëanáro and it is safely said that much of his work, including the great Silmarilli, was made using only the lore and knowledge of Fëanáro; except, for perhaps a while, his spouse: Nerdanel the Wise. No spirit or creature in E� can say what the Silmarilli were forged of or how they were forged, not even Aulë!
Woe to Arda that things were not otherwise! Many more great works, unimaginable and now unrealizable, could have been performed for Arda had Fëanáro not been led astray by the silver tongue of Melkor. But now, I glory in the youth of that great Spirit of Fire. Bright indeed did his fëa burn. As a very torch, it was among the Eldar!

It came to be that before long, Finwë and I were talking of Fëanáro�s future prospects of marriage. Many a fair nissë looked upon the King�s heir with a favorable eye. However, Fëanáro showed a lack of interest in them all and indeed, Finwë became distressed by this, but when I told my eldest son of his concerns, Ingwë who had a fair measure of foresight, even as I did, spoke, �If my foresight does not fail me, Finwion will find a nissë of much interest soon! Someone, mayhap, who can match his fiery spirit and calm his tempers.�
Indeed, Ingwë�s prediction bore fruit! I was riding to the House of Sarmo Urundil, a great smith and devotee to Aulë, to inquire about the forging of a gift for Ingwë. It was then that the fiery Curufinwë would meet someone who could cool that fire!

Fëanáro and I arrived at the House of Urundil, near the mansions of Aulë, as the Lights of Telperion and Laurelin mingled gold and silver. A servant of Urundil was there to greet us. �Hail, Lord Eluwë! Hail, Prince Fëanáro!� was his cry.
I replied, �Hail, Ariél! It is good to see you again. Where is Urundil? I must see him!�
Ariél said, �My lord is inside. I shall go stable your horses and tell my lord of your arrival. Kindly wait here!�
Wait indeed! Urundil was much involved in a work of craft and could not come immediately, but in lieu of his presence, he sent his daughter, Nerdanel!
As a blaze of fiery red did her head appear in the light of the Trees when she emerged from her father�s house! I had seen this daughter of Urundil and much liking I had for her. She was soft spoken, yet honest. She was not strikingly beautiful as Míriel was, but she was pleasant. It was quite impossible to not like this spawn of Urundil!
Much smitten was my young Fëanáro. Never shy, was he! But he did display another injurious characteristic when he was nervous or excited: sarcasm! Ai! What a time that was! But Nerdanel knew how to match him, wit for wit. By the end of their conversation, was I much impressed with the fiery haired Nerdanel. Strong of spirit was this one and akin to Fëanáro was she!

Soon, he took to journeying almost exclusively with the charming Nerdanel, and not with his beloved Eluwë. But I begrudged her not! Nay, let none think that. He needed Nerdanel! He needed her as one needs the very air, the very water. He was happy in a way as he had not been since the passing of Míriel. Much pleased was I at this, and so was my Lord upon Taniquetil watching from afar.
I had returned to Taniquetil after a time of journeying with Fëanáro, only to have him wander off to join Nerdanel on yet another expedition in unexplored parts of Aman. No matter, I was already beginning to feel the desire of my Lord�s presence again.
The voice that always filled me with such delight made itself uttered as I entered the Hall of the Lord of the Breath of Arda. �So, Eluwë returns once again, does he not? What discoveries hast thou made of late?�
I laughed and said, �None, my lord! Fëanáro and I have journeyed to the uttermost paths of the South and the North yet he is not satisfied. He looks to the East, my Lord Manwë!�
At this, a shadow came upon Manwë�s face. Whether some foresight came upon him in that moment, I know not. But he spoke. �Eluwë, in the East is darkness. It would not be well if any Quendi strayed forth from our realm of Valinor. Even if Melkor becomes free from evil in the imprisonment of Mandos, his works remain in the Hither Lands.
�I assure you, Eluwë, the Valar will come forth to the Hither Lands and cleanse them, but now is not the time in the thought of Ilúvatar.�
I nodded and looked down upon the glistening marble floors wrought by the Noldor an Age ago. I whispered, �I understand, my Lord.� When in truth, I did not. I understood that Melkor�s evil remained in the East. Yes, I knew that well. But why did my Lord not go forth and make it safe for the Avari? I still took thought for these brothers and sisters in the Darkness beyond.
At this utterance, I sensed the presence of Manwë come down and approach me from his throne. I felt his strong hands take my shoulders and gently propel me to an open balustrade overlooking the Great Sea Belegaer to the East. �Hearken now to my words, noble one. I do take thought for the Avari. But they are not my only care; neither are they Ilúvatar�s. I will say this much, the Quendi are not the only Children of Ilúvatar! Have a thought as to the awakening of the Firstborn!�
Hearken did I to these words! Words of great import, were they. In a moment, I understood instantly the meaning of Manwë�s revelation. There were other Children in the East who had not awoken yet!
For ages did I remember my Lord�s words upon Taniquetil and thought upon them now and anon, yet I revealed them to none. Manwë did not ask secrecy of me, yet I held them. O, woe! I still wonder today if evil may have been averted by not Melkor apprising the Quendi of the Secondborn, but I instead.

Through the Bliss of Valinor, I had much knowledge of the Valar and their thought as did Ingwë. Many things did I learn of Arda and in Arda upon Taniquetil. Even to this day, I know things that are yet to occur in the great tapestry of Arda. But that knowledge will lay unrevealed even nigh to the Last Battle. It is better that the beauty of the World be allowed to unfold by itself as revealed to me by Mandos.

Presently, it came to be that Finwë came to love another greatly: Indis, of the Vanyar. Close kin to Ingwë and I, was she! Fair of hair and tall and in all other things was she the very opposite of Míriel. Ai! That such strife should befall because of this love!
When Finwë came to love Indis, this was a thing unprecedented! Even though I was not against their betrothal when I saw the joy that Indis gave to my Eluwion, I advised him to seek the counsel of Manwë in this. Much debate did this seemingly small issue cause, yet it was not! For it was the law that no Elda may marry another as long as their spouse lived and was it not that Míriel�s body yet lived in Lórien?
Eventually, the Statute of Finwë and Míriel came into being after the great debate of the Valar. At the decree of Manwë, Míriel shall not be permitted to return to life as long as Arda lasts, as the Eldar are immortal and Finwë may not have two spouses embodied in Arda.
At this was Fëanáro much embittered! He blamed Indis for the irreversible loss of his Amillë! Much grief I had at Fëanáro�s sadness, yet too was I joyful for my dear Indis! She had loved Finwë for countless years in silence and in no bitterness. Yea, was she ever joyful when Finwë was!
Despite the love of Indis, this I must add: Finwë always loved Fëanáro beyond all others and this was a cause of great strife in the House of Finwë. For did his half brothers not desire that same love? Nay, I do not say that Finwë did not love Nolofinwë and Arafinwë, but he loved them the less! Sad it was for me to behold for did I not love my Eluwioni equally? Never did my sons have any envy of the others and they did not compete for my love.
Despite possessing the greater share of the love of Finwë, Fëanáro was always jealous and embittered towards Indis and her bright sons. He lived apart from the House of Finwë and snubbed his half brothers, Nolofinwë and Arafinwë, ever.
They did not suffer from a lack of love from me however. Ai, how I loved Nolofinwë! �Wise Finwë� did his name mean and wise indeed was he. Despite his hurts from Fëanáro�s jealousy, did he not desire the love of his half brother? He was always fair and kind spoken to Prince Fëanáro, no matter how cruel the tongue of his elder brother could become! Arafinwë was much the same. �Noble Finwë� was he! In later years, he would prove to be all the wiser than even Nolofinwë and more humble. In reward, he would come into the High Kingship of all the Noldor!
Now that the Tale of Years is long, I can look back upon those times and truly say I do not regret the marriage of Indis and Finwë! The children of Indis were bright and glorious and so too were their descendants. The History of Arda Marred would be lacking if it were not for the births of Nolofinwë and Arafinwë, despite the tumult of the House of Finwë.
Two daughters as well did Finwë and Indis have: Findis and Irien. Much love for these two daughters of Finwë did I have. Small was their role in the Tapestry of Arda, but much did they touch the lives of those around them. After the fashion of her Amillë was Findis. In later years, after the Rebellion of Melkor and the Death of the Trees, she remained in Valinor along with Arafinwë while her sister, better known as Lalwen, took the march with her beloved brother, Nolofinwë to the East.

After the union of Finwë and Indis, soon the union of Fëanáro and Nerdanel followed on its heels thereafter. Well did I deem this union for Nerdanel also had the ability to give counsel to Fëanáro and have him pay heed. She learned to restrain him when the fire of his spirit raged too much. Given to understanding hearts and minds was she, not mastering them!
In the midst of the Bliss of Valinor in its Noontide, she bore to Curufinwë seven great sons known to all the Eldar and great enemies of Melkor, the Accursed. Yet were they also enemies of the Eldalië! However, it should be known and understood that this was also brought about by the foul workings and machinations of Morgoth Bauglir as with their great father.
Their names as bestowed by Fëanáro were Nelyafinwë, Kanafinwë, Turkafinwë, Morifinwë, Curufinwë, Pityafinwë, and Telufinwë. All, however, used their mother-names foremost in most discourse with the notable exception of Curufinwë, or Curvo. Most akin in spirit and skills was he to Fëanáro out of all his sons, as shown by his naming. To all Eldar were the Sons of Fëanáro better known as Maitimo, Makalaurë, Tyelkormo, Carnistir, and the twins Ambarussa with the sole exception of Curufinwë as has been told.
Abundant love did I hold for these sons of Fëanáro. However, most endearing to me was Makalaurë. Gentle and forbearing was his fëa, yet great. Much skill in music does he have and named beyond all others of the Eldar except perhaps Daeron of old Doriath in the art of song. As I have related, he alone, besides you gathered here, is the only other who I have told my Tale of Years to. The first time was in his youth in Aman upon Taniquetil when he asked me to tell him about the Hither Lands of our Awakening. The second time was upon the shores of Endor after the War of Wrath in which the forces of the Valar overthrew the first Dark Lord and after the theft of the Silmarils from our camp. Sorely did he need a friendly voice, so I spent much time with him upon the brink of the Sea telling him my story by starlight as I am even now. It has been long centuries since I last saw him, but I know he still remains in this mortal world. Before my leave of these lands, he too shall take ship with me to the Forgotten West where he was young once and come before the Lords of the West to be received in love and pardoned.

Ai, but I do go off my intended course! For long the Bliss of Aman was uninterrupted and all the Eldar lived in relative peace and harmony: the Vanyar upon Taniquetil, the Noldor in Tirion, and the Teleri in Alqualondë as well as the House of Finwë. In the love and protection were we of the Lords of the West and had no cares and worries. In times of peace, little may be said. So, unfortunately, I must pass over these happy times in memory and draw up to the Unchaining of Melkor.

nissë- maiden of the Eldar
Finwion- son of Finwë
Eluwioni-sons of Eluwë


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